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If you had known, what was to come…

In the night one can hear whirrs of tanks

There must be hundreds, thousands of them

They gather, concentrate, and what for?

But still we aren’t being warned here

The life here solitary and calm

Though the land from time immemorial

Streaming with blood and oppression

But unconceivable is this

What is to come this night

This silent night brings dying, that the history has never seen before

Thousands each day

From now on, till the last day, thousands each day

Till the last battle, thousands each day

In the ruins, thousands each day

The life here tear-stained

But will they be able to stand this?

And are they prepared for theese

Unconceivable things

That will come before dawn?

Kick the door of this rotten house

And I assure you – it will crash before you

Lands and cities taken

Victory is already ours

Frontline passed rapidly

As in the rear the violence grows

The terror grows

Rivers of people flow to the west

Watch the faces of the better race

For most of them – there’s no way back

Eufory and death pits

In the rear the terror grows

Campaign won in just few weeks

In just few weeks conquered it all?

Kick the door of this rotten fortress

Remember, that it’s dark inside

This night you wake, for a sudden hit

This night of glory, a worse hell unleashed

Volley of bombs on those, who sleep

Unconceivable is this

What this night is to bring

So much death and tears

And are they prepared for this?

In this silent, innocent june night.