Lyrics: Fresh from Moscow Over Volga came to comrades’ aid City in despair Almost crushed by the Führer’s army Oh it’s colder than hell Hitler’s forces advancing The sound of the mortars The music of death A grand symphony See your friends fall Hear them pray to the god your country denies Every man dies alone And when your time comes you will know that it’s time Stalin’s fortress on fire Is this madness or hell The sound of the mortars The music of death We’re playing the devil’s symphony Our violins are guns conducted from hell Oh Stalingrad! Oh Mratnimiat! Are you playing? Do you follow the conductor’s lead? No one knows you No one cares about a single violin Play the score of the damned Know the devil within
Lyrics:
Fresh from Moscow
Over Volga came to comrades’ aid
City in despair
Almost crushed by the Führer’s army
Oh it’s colder than hell
Hitler’s forces advancing
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
A grand symphony
See your friends fall
Hear them pray to the god your country denies
Every man dies alone
And when your time comes you will know that it’s time
Stalin’s fortress on fire
Is this madness or hell
The sound of the mortars
The music of death
We’re playing the devil’s symphony
Our violins are guns conducted from hell
Oh Stalingrad!
Oh Mratnimiat!
Are you playing?
Do you follow the conductor’s lead?
No one knows you
No one cares about a single violin
Play the score of the damned
Know the devil within
Thank you for this, comrade.