On my command, we counterattack, on my command, we drive them back. Stalins organs orchestrate their deadly tune, pounding so many lives into a concrete tomb. Wotans line holds, surviving the violent storm, vikings to the front repelling all that"s in store.
Bridgehead Narva, fortress between east and west, centuries of battle, a land that has seen no rest. Bridgehead Narva, for so many years you"d stand, your walls now lie fallen, the brutality of man.
The rockets keep on pounding, the cannons putrid breath, the battle for every inch continues, a battle to the death.
A maelstorm in the Baltics, the titans once again clash, a Ragnarök for the ages, a battle to the last.
The walls begin to crumble from the endless shells, brick and mortar can"t hold this ancient citadel. Grinding and tearing, the machine feeds on flesh, wave after wave they keep coming to face a certain death.
Bridgehead Narva, fortress between east and west, centuries of battle, a land that has seen no rest. Bridgehead Narva, for so many years you"d stand, your walls now lie fallen, the brutality of man.
On my command, we counterattack, on my command, we drive them back.
A maelstorm in the Baltics, the titans once again clash, a Ragnarök for the ages, a battle to the last.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
