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 pa**ion
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