Fresh from Moscow
Over Volga came to comrades aid
City in despair
Almost crushed by the Führer's army
Oh, it's colder than hell
Hitler's forces advancing
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
A grand symphony
See your friends fall
Hear them pray to the
God your country denies
Every man dies alone
And when your time comes
You will know that it's time
Stalin's fortress on fire
Is this madness or hell?
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
We're playing the devil's symphony
Our violins are guns
Conducted from hell
Over Volga came to comrades aid
City in despair
Almost crushed by the Führer's army
Oh, it's colder than hell
Hitler's forces advancing
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
A grand symphony
See your friends fall
Hear them pray to the
God your country denies
Every man dies alone
And when your time comes
You will know that it's time
Stalin's fortress on fire
Is this madness or hell?
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
We're playing the devil's symphony
Our violins are guns
Conducted from hell
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