At last the wounds have healed
But the scars forever show
Flashbacks of eastern lines
Point and fire
I am the enemy
All that remains
Of a barren world
With your dying breath
Fear our return
The thoughts race through my mind
Will I live or die?
Screaming Russia
We hear your call
Wall of soldiers lay
The snow becomes their graves
We carry on
Like rabid dogs of death
Tracking blood through the snow
Piercing thoughts now so clear
Place the blame
You are the enemy
Winters cold will feast on your heart
As the bullets are aiming to rip you apart
We take command and fight for our lives
Like a bunch of ****ing dogs
Who turn on their masters
Winters cold will feast on your heart
As the bullets are burning and tearing apart
We take command and fight for our lives
We are the ****ing dogs
Who turned on our masters!