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 Stalins 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 Mratnimiat Are you playing? Do you follow the conductors lead? No one knows you No one cares about a single violin Play the score of the damned Know the devil within