The winter upon us
I wait now cold night comes
Feel the sense of death
Stench covers this dark land
Troops marching
See them death as they come in rage

Out of nowhere comes fire of rifles
Horror echoes of madness and pain
It's an ambush from out of the darkness
Soldiers come... No one falls they are all dead

Fight them back
There's no sense die in fear
Left alive
From the strike at the hill
Dead man's shell
Hollow cry I still hear
At this war
See the horror at outpost ten

The past war a lost fight
Battalion rise the phantoms that come from hell
See comrades die in vain
The curse comes soldiers lost back in 43