General Winter

	作曲 : Hail Of Bullets
	Scourched earth lies behind them
	On schedule they are
	Accompanied by victory
	They came from very far
	Drunken of the lootings
	Ares on their side
	Guides them to disaster
	About to turn the tide
	Autumn at the Eastern Front
	Still they do proceed
	Heavy rains are setting in
	The attack is loosing speed
	8 Miles left to Moscow
	Her suburbs now in sight
	The 3rd and 4h Panzerarmies
	Vainly wait for their supplies
	Plod on through the filth
	On impassable roads
	Hardly making progress
	Streets turn in to floods
	Winter at the Eastern Front
	They do no longer proceed
	Heavy cold is setting in
	Forcing troops to raise the siege
	Stumbling, wading through
	the blizzard rage
	Advance halts,
	disappears in snow and ice
	Iwan laughs,
	Welcoming General Winter
	White scourges,
	natural mighty allies
	Standing ground,
	Sharpening frost, minus 40
	Frozen oil, silences artillery
	Swollen limbs, scorbutics,
	cracking army
	Landsers cry, thousands die,
	catastrophy
	Awaiting the turning point
	patiently
	The Soviets launch their attack
	Trying to break through
	the German flanks
	To encounter them at their backs
	Siberians in winter uniform
	And well-equipped for the fight
	Offensives unleashed
	from the North and the South
	To cut right through
	their supply lines
	Finally the order
	Preparing for retreat
	The Wehrmacht has to withdraw
	Or else will face defeat
	Despite all the losses
	The Red Army has failed
	An impasse at the Eastern Front
	And none have prevailed
	60 miles from Moscow
	In winter positions
	Exhausted from the war
	But the battle rages on

	zuò qǔ : Hail Of Bullets
	Scourched earth lies behind them
	On schedule they are
	Accompanied by victory
	They came from very far
	Drunken of the lootings
	Ares on their side
	Guides them to disaster
	About to turn the tide
	Autumn at the Eastern Front
	Still they do proceed
	Heavy rains are setting in
	The attack is loosing speed
	8 Miles left to Moscow
	Her suburbs now in sight
	The 3rd and 4h Panzerarmies
	Vainly wait for their supplies
	Plod on through the filth
	On impassable roads
	Hardly making progress
	Streets turn in to floods
	Winter at the Eastern Front
	They do no longer proceed
	Heavy cold is setting in
	Forcing troops to raise the siege
	Stumbling, wading through
	the blizzard rage
	Advance halts,
	disappears in snow and ice
	Iwan laughs,
	Welcoming General Winter
	White scourges,
	natural mighty allies
	Standing ground,
	Sharpening frost, minus 40
	Frozen oil, silences artillery
	Swollen limbs, scorbutics,
	cracking army
	Landsers cry, thousands die,
	catastrophy
	Awaiting the turning point
	patiently
	The Soviets launch their attack
	Trying to break through
	the German flanks
	To encounter them at their backs
	Siberians in winter uniform
	And wellequipped for the fight
	Offensives unleashed
	from the North and the South
	To cut right through
	their supply lines
	Finally the order
	Preparing for retreat
	The Wehrmacht has to withdraw
	Or else will face defeat
	Despite all the losses
	The Red Army has failed
	An impasse at the Eastern Front
	And none have prevailed
	60 miles from Moscow
	In winter positions
	Exhausted from the war
	But the battle rages on