Attack of the Dead 1915

The end is near
The angels call our names
The voice we hear
Guides us through the flames

Our sons and daughters would be proud
We stood against the enemies of God
We fought with courage and rage
Against a foe so strange...

Mother Russia! Remember your children!
They have gone for your glory and freedom.
Only war brings gifts for the soldiers' desires,
They've bathed the Fatherland in fire!

We were spitting blood from our lungs
The Motherland is in our thoughts
We're choking on poisoned air
Of our enemies' death we've taken care