| They were called Katusyhas, but we called them Stalin's Organs | |
| 200 MM devastating fire | |
| When streets hiss, and falling block, kisses desperate flesh | |
| Stukas plunging, as skylines reform | |
| Spreading madness, in the gun factory | |
| Which had become something of a rallying point in the last few days | |
| I can tell they fear us, by the way they fire | |
| We infiltrate, we wade through hip-deep filth | |
| And then we come at them from below | |
| Now that your name has been changed, will any remember your name? | |
| And why was I, so led away? | |
| And what secret laid? | |
| In the blood soaked block | |
| On the fountain made... | |
| Return, return, return |