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Trapped, surrounded, lost

Somewhere in the ost

a small town, where we flee

hold Kholm, our new decree

encircled, our last breath

winter brings us death

revenge, the reds pursue

relentless killing, breakthrough

red orchestra, crescendo of the guns

human wave carnage, as they send all their sons

Soldiers of Kholm that we have lost

Trapped 3 months in hell death frost

The bodies pile high to pay this debt

We earned this shield through blood and sweat

...when will we get out

when will we get out of this frozen hell

death lurks, just one more shell

no more food, or ammo

slowly freezing, there is no more hope

Attacked from all sides

we have no chance left, suicide

from the clouds they come we might survive

the Stukas arrive and dive

steel and flames they rain, sirens of death

their blood will drain, hold the line

one more time, fortified, mortified

red onslaught I never thought I'd die this way

from the clouds they come we might survive

the Stukas arrive and dive

earth and flesh they rain, sirens of death

their blood will drain, hold the line

at all costs never yield ground

Soldiers of Kholm that we have lost

Trapped 3 months in hell death frost

The bodies pile high to pay this debt

We earned this shield through blood and sweat