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