They were called Katusyhas, but we called them Stalin's Organs

200 MM devastating fire

When streets hiss, and falling block, kisses desperate flesh

Stukas plunging, as skylines reform

Spreading madness, in the gun factory

Which had become something of a rallying point in the last few days

I can tell they fear us, by the way they fire

We infiltrate, we wade through hip-deep filth

And then we come at them from below

Now that your name has been changed, will any remember your name?

And why was I, so led away?

And what secret laid?

In the blood soaked block

On the fountain made...

Return, return, return