Across the plains they had roamed Through the woods and cities they had stormed Victory! Victory! In every battle they fought Corpses of enemy soldiers, wives, and children Burnt together with the ruins of the land With the blazons on their helmets the fear died away In their hearts yet it bloomed in the ones of the enemies The blazon had become symbolic of an unstoppable force That follows the flag of the emperor all the way until victory or d**h Invincible they marched Through the burnt land Victory seemed to be tight In their iron hand Until the dawn of winter Every battle had been won The flag flew proud under the eastern sun When the first snow fell on the streets The final battle was at hand Thunder! Lightning! Cannons grinded the ground The blood of the comrade on the snow The fall of the imagined divinity Limbs frozen they fought in the icy inferno Yet the enemy had awoken from its winter sleep Though enemies fell in herds their numbers seemed to grow The duty was to fight till the last breath - to never retreat Persistent they fought In the burnt land Victory had fallen From their iron hand After the dawn of winter No more battles were won The flag hung torn under the eastern sun By the last dawn thousands and thousands laid dead on the snow Caught by enemy bullets, hunger, or cold The distant dreams of victory had bled on the ruined streets Shattered like the thousands of frozen tears Abandoned they fell In the burnt land Victory had fallen From their iron hand After the dawn of winter No more battles were won The flag buried in snow under the eastern sun