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 the lay
Waiting for orders, we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sounds of the gunfire was hours away
I softly move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists and the fields on our hands and our knees
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The fire in the air, growing red, silhouetting the smoke in the breeze
All summer they drove us back though 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 a hill
Winter brought with rains,oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to ground as the skies filled with snow
And all that ever
Was able to see
The fire in the air, glowing red, silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow standing like an avenger
And far away behind their outposts 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 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 hear us"
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 Panzers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
I wain in the line for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a rifle
At home it will almost be spring
The flames of the Panzers are lighting the road to Berlin
How quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us cannot slow us down
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The eyes of Germany are opening now, it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as cross the border
Now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines ant 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 lines and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
It's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still sullen
The pale sun of October whisper the snows will soon be coming
I wonder when I will be home again, the morning answers"Never."
The evening sighs, and the steely Russian skies got on forever