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Buried under the ruins
of what used to be our capitol
german occupation, soviet barbarism
there’s no evacuation protocol.

Stuck in this stoned grave with the remains
of an army used to be superior to all
hiding behind corpses, holding our rifles
among a cemetery’s blasted walls.

The Red Army advancing from the east
line by line they erase our defenses
fighting, withdrawing than fighting again
the constant bombing took our last senses.

We hold them in the city for days
our snipers make them pay for every street
across the Danube, the Castle’s still standing
shot by shot we’re closer to the day of our defeat.

Retreating to Buda, the hills are our last lines
fierce battles we fight to stand against the reds
repelling their attacks in the city cemetery
our minds filled with despair and dread.

After vicious bombing we break out from the castle
no withdrawal again, nor capitulation
awaiting no mercy, neither giving any
a bullet saves us from torture and execution.

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