He sat in a room    in a square of the color of blood.   He'd rule the whole world   if there was a way that he could.   He'd sit and he'd stare   at the minreds on top of the towers.   For he was a beast   as he hatched his new plans to gain power.      (chorus)   And the snow fell   covering the dreams and ideals.   And the snow fell   freezing the blood and the wheels.   And the snow fell   they had to keep up for survival.   And the snow fell   defeating the beast's only rival.      They took the old roads   that Napoleon had taken before.   They fought as a force as a light    against the darkness in a holy war.   One day they were looking around   and the sun was shining on the cold flowers.   The next day they were freezing to death   in the sleet and the ice cold showers.      (chorus)      Then came the deadly roads   back from the stairs of their retreat.   The cold racked their bodies   but worse was the pain of defeat.   Many people who had hailed them once   now turned and looked away.   These people now knew   that the beast was on it's way.      (chorus)      You finally came back   to the borders of your fatherland.   Now enemies came   traitors everywhere at hand.   Many people who had fought and died   knowing that they had to win.   It still sickens my heart   to see the picture of the red flag in Berlin.      (chorus)