Fresh from Moscow
Over Volga came [bad word] aid
City in despair
Almost [bad word] by the führers army

Oh it's colder than [bad word] Hitlers forces advancing

The sound of mortars
The music of death
grand symphony

See your friends fall hear them
Pray to the god your country denies
Every man dies alone and when your [bad word] you will know that it's time

Stalins fortress on fire
Is this madness or [bad word] 
The sound of mortars
The music of death
We're playing the devils symphony
Our violins are guns
Conducted from [bad word] 
Oh Stalingrad
Mratnimiat

Are you playing
Do you follow the conductors lead
No one knows you
No one cares about single a single violin

Play the score of the damned
Know the devil within