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 where on their way, to a freezing living [bad word] For victories dreams, had faded now, amongst explosion and 
deadly shells

Night trains, moving out, moving on, to the distant east
Pride and love, for the fatherland, as they sought the road of victory
They choose to fight, against all odds, against a foe without a god
They fought for good, for all mankind, and on deaths 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 dangers trails
As they marched into the icy wastes, there was no end in their sights
All they had, was [bad word]  and the bitter cold of endless nights
So many died in graves of ice, never again to see their fatherland
As their blood was spilt, so died their dreams, but for the [bad word] ideal they took their stand!