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They crossed over...
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our
knees
And all that I ever, was able to see
The fire in the air, glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come
Riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Glueing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled
with snow
And all that I ever, was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the snow on the breeze.
Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh x4
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the
winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an
avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the
forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to
look
you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night, you'll never know
you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber the dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad and the sky is, softly humming
Two broken tigers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it will almost be spring
The flames of the tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they throw out to face us, they can't slow us
down
And all that I ever, was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh x4
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, you can taste it in the wind the war
is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the
border
And they ask me of the time I was caught behind their lines and taken
prisoner
They only held me for a day a lucky break, I say, they turn and listen
closer
I'll never know, I'll never know why I was taken from the line
and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and
sullen
The pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again, and the morning answers, never
And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on