I can see the winds, I can breath the chilling cold!
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I can touch the spectral colours of the night:
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The sun of Storms I am, the black night from yester worlds
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The flame of war desire burns inside my soul.
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Spellbound by this blind passion
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In battle lust my mind is drowned
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Red is the path:to the war field.
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My panzerfaust respectfully I hold.
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Under the pale horizon of the eastern front
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Across the endless sea of clouds
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Pride becomes a side of Pain
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Honour fills with courage my soul
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Draped I am by those melancholic hills
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A hawk in eyrie, I am waiting fearless
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All senses gathered, instincts sharpened
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Dwelling in total blasphemy in this winter war.
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Krieg!
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Olofoteina ta synnefa toso psila!
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Parthenikis broxis stagones me skepazoun,
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Kai ola edo:I timi, to Aima pou kYlla zesto.
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Kai ego monos pia:na polemo akoma.
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Winterwar memorial.
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Winterwar Memorial
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Naer Mataron |