August morning 
or the twilight of the damned 
I awoke 
I don't remember who I am 
Only fire is in my lungs 
And the mournful premonition 

Sky is veiled by the green lacerated shroud 
Trees are naked, I'm enveloped in weird cloud 
Scraps of memory return 
I still have some work undone 

All my brothers have been slain 
I must battle instead of them 

Besieged fortress 
and we hardly held defense 
They assaulted 
But hadn't got a single chance 
And to force our troops to bow 
they inflicted treacherous blow 

Where their bullets and the shells were powerless 
There succeeded the green fog, the toxic gas 
But they can't just pass us by 
One of hundred has survived 

Seems its time for me to die 
But my rifle is still beside 
I can't fire, I'm almost blind 
Anyway I still can fight 
In place of my brothers who fell 

I am rising to my feet 
I am gazing to the mist 
Not a man but a furious beast 
Wanna face our enemies 
So eager to send them to [bad word] 

When I've done my brother's work 
We will join beyond this world 

Ranks of shadows 
horned helmets with frog eyes 
are approaching 
I hate the creatures of this guise 
I shall have to reap them down 
And my bayonet is thirsty 

Stopping this horde 
Is the only way to earn the rest 
And my award is bloody foam upon my chest 
Glorious work fell to my share 
That's the reason why I'm still here 

Brothers, I won't let you down 
Brothers, you will be avenged 
I will make these cowards groan 
I will drown them in my rage 
They only have thousand or two 

We haven't ordered to retreat 
Death can wait for me for an hour 
Though my lungs are harshly bleed 
But the fortress will be ours 
In honor [bad word] and you 

When I've done [bad word] work 
We will join beyond this world 

August morning 
Wind has dispelled the mist 
I can hear it 
Whispers me that I'm dismissed 
I am free now 
I am going to you my brothers