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I can see the winds, |
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I can breath the chilling cold! |
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I can touch the spectral colours of the night: |
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The sun of |
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Storms I am, the black night from yester worlds |
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The flame of war desire burns inside my soul. |
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Spellbound by this blind passion |
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In battle lust my mind is drowned |
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Red is the path:to the war field. |
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My panzerfaust respectfully |
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I hold. Under the pale horizon of the eastern front |
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Across the endless sea of clouds |
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Pride becomes a side of |
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Pain Honour fills with courage my soul |
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Draped I am by those melancholic hills |
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A hawk in eyrie, |
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I am waiting fearless |
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All senses gathered, instincts sharpened |
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Dwelling in total blasphemy in this winter war. |
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Krieg! Olofoteina ta synnefa toso psila! |
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Parthenikis broxis stagones me skepazoun, |
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Kai ola edo: |
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I timi, to |
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Aima pou k |
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Ylla zesto. |
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Kai ego monos pia:na polemo akoma. |
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Winterwar memorial. |
