A part of me has died before I was even born

Stung by the frost in a cold winter storm

Destined to doom in a land so cold and grim

Will I die trying to win?





Armies before them have come and they've failed

Defeated by the frost, the snow, and the hail

Bogged in the mud, paralyzed by the rain

Frozen bodies covered the plains





Of the Russian winter





For days and nights the snow kept on falling

It was our endurance against natures calling

Feeling so cold and so tired

Will we ever find the fire?





So many dreams lay shattered in the cold

Many good men fell for the pride they behold

Mothers and fathers and children cried

Knowing that their heros all died

In the Russian winter