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
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