Stalingrad
I was told there's no atheists in fox holes
But God left this fucking city long ago
A wind that blows forty degrees cold
As I bury my worthless soul in the snow
"Once more unto the breach"
Oh, they never stood here
Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown
Everyone here knows it won't be that bad
To be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad
Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim
But you can have a statue in your name
Two men for every rifle, a life for every fight lost
Dragged behind the shed, then shot like a dog
And as our own men nail you to the cross
We can pretend it was for a cause
"Once more unto the breach"
Oh, they never stood here
Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown
Everyone here knows it won't be that bad
To be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad
Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim
But you can have a statue in your name
Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown
Everyone here knows it won't be that bad
To be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad
Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim
But you can have a statue in your name
Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim
But you can have a statue in your name
But God left this fucking city long ago
A wind that blows forty degrees cold
As I bury my worthless soul in the snow
"Once more unto the breach"
Oh, they never stood here
Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown
Everyone here knows it won't be that bad
To be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad
Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim
But you can have a statue in your name
Two men for every rifle, a life for every fight lost
Dragged behind the shed, then shot like a dog
And as our own men nail you to the cross
We can pretend it was for a cause
"Once more unto the breach"
Oh, they never stood here
Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown
Everyone here knows it won't be that bad
To be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad
Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim
But you can have a statue in your name
Nero fiddled while Rome burned to the ground
He can sit upon his throne, with his broken crown
Everyone here knows it won't be that bad
To be sent straight to Hell from Stalingrad
Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim
But you can have a statue in your name
Moscow gritted as Hans fixed their aim
But you can have a statue in your name
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