Night trains, filling up, on a railway station in Berlin 
On the way to the Eastern Front, as winter was closing in 
Young soldiers who were on their way to a freezing, living [bad word] 
For victory's dreams had faded now, amongst explosions and deadly shells 

 [bad word]  
Night trains, moving out 
Moving on, to the distant east 
Pride and love for the Fatherland 
As they sought the road to victory 

They choose to fight against all odds, against a foe without a god 
They fought for good, for all mankind, along death's roads they bravely trod 
Marching on to a fiery fate, their courage it did not fail 
To a land of fire and ice they advanced up danger's trails 

 [bad word]  

 [bad word] break 

 [bad word]  

As the they marched into the icy wastes, there was no end in their sights 
And all they had was [bad word]  and the bitter cold of endless nights 
Well so many died in graves of ice, never again to see their Fatherland 
As their blood was spilt, so died their dreams, before the [bad word] ideal they took their stand