Her Song of Ruin

Do you hear the scream of the nations?
Listen to the howling of the dead
They are marching to the region that's now
The heartlands of Stalin
A comet fire
An endless tear of fire
Inhuman singing of the demonic choir
Like drones falling from the clouds
Revenge in nerves and flesh
Steady march in frozen air
They will face the rage of the east
Here they march without the storm of fire
Our marching is upon them
We will never come back
Because beside the swan
Are millions of Katyushas
And the sweetest of melodies
We will never come back
Because beside the swan
Are millions of Katyushas
And the sound of pain has ruined
From the garden of Smolensk
To the walls of Stalingrad
Into the retreat of Berlin
Listen to a dying voice
Terror and agony from the mouth
The proud melody of motherland
A vaster war, a stronger war
Europe is a free bird in the sky
I said farewell to my motherland
Too soon her voice will be buried here
We will never come back
Because beside the swan
Are millions of Katyushas
And the sweetest of melodies
We will never come back
Because beside the swan
Are millions of Katyushas
And the sound of pain has ruined
I will march through fire and steel
I will never look back at my home
As long as you are singing for me
Oh my Katyusha