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At The Gates Of Moscow



Either side assemble as the ground trembles beneath the weight of armour

 Tension frays as increasing power is displayed, we are ready awaiting the slaughter



Artillery barrages pound on defensive lines

 Charging infantry sprayed treading on mines

 As Tiger and T-34 lock horns…

 Artillery barrages pound on defensive lines

 Charging infantry sprayed treading on mines

 As Tiger and T-34 lock horns

 On Soviet battlefields hellish carnage is born



Stukhas swoop down from a smoke choked sky

 Unleashing their bombs there is nowhere to hide

 The Soviets entrenched holding their line

 In defence of their hero city standing behind



Motivated only by the prospect on an honourable death

 Soviet soldiers collapse, machine gun fire renders them lifeless



The commissar pistol in hand, rallies his troops as Stalin commands

 Charging head-on into Deaths wide open jaws

 The commissar pistol in hand, rallies his troops as Stalin commands

 Human life expendable, Cannon fodder for the cause



Upon the morning of December 5th 1941

 1.1 million Russian infantry ready themselves for a battle that must be won

 600,000 German infantry stand awaiting

 Shell fire turns night to day in a land God has long since forsaken



MGs spitting tracer fire, the Russians fall rank by rank, they fell in their thousands, forever re-enforced. Picking up the weaponry of the dead they advance, a hideous wave of death, rising up from the corpse strewn battlefields…



MGs spitting tracer fire, the Russians fall rank by rank, they fell in their thousands, forever re-enforced. Picking up the weaponry of the dead they advance, a hideous wave of death, rising up from the corpse strewn battlefields.



Across the corpse strewn battlefields, frozen soldiers lie… Fathers, Brothers, resting forever, at the gates… at the gates of Moscow.