Der Blutharsch

Cold, so cold

The mountain air, thin and spare

The sun obscured

By endless winter

Winds rush through the valley pass

As snow falls upon icy paths

From pale white it fades to red

With the blood of my comrades

From the canyon floor

To the tundrous peaks

The cannons belch forth

Through the many weeks

Frozen, starving

In fields of ice

This barren trench

Altar of sacrifice

Holding position

In oceans of white

My hands go numb

From the frostbite

Man the machinegun

Against the next wave

Snowblind and shivering

Send them to the grave

Blood of these men

Spills on the land

Fruitless offensives

From frontline command

Perched on the watchtower

I see their advance

Through deep snow

Without a chance

Feeding the belt

Round after round

Another regiment

Savagely gunned down

The story of war

Blood and revenge

Just like the winter

Will never end

Blood

And the blood covers the snow

Blood

And the blood covers the snow

The forest, the mountains

The valleys of crosses

and the blood covers the snow