I can see the winds, I can breath the chilling cold! I can touch the spectral colours of the night: The sun 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 Honour fills with courage my soul Draped I am by those melancholic hills A hawk in eyrie, 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 pou kYlla zesto. Kai ego monos pia:na polemo akoma. Winterwar memorial.