That wave of bombers 
Above that sleeping land 
Drove our silent and grey parade 
To wade in the snow 
First everyone got to see 
Their world aflame 
Every man had to burn 
Their own house 
Every time the firing stops 
Again continues it's trek 
A miserable group who don't 
Have the time to look behind 
When to endless snow drowned the little brother 
From the bloodred sky 
Loomed that laughing hangman 
Battalions of death move behind us 
In front of us the scene is like sheet 
Our camp has to move again 
Either over the border or to heaven 4x)