Red Winter

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 fucking 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 fucking dogs

Who turned on our masters!