Fresh from moscow   over volga came to comrades aid   city in despair   almost crushed by the führers army      Oh it’s colder than hell   hitlers forces advancing      The sound of the mortars   the music of death   a grand symphony      See your friends fall hear them   pray to the god your country denies   every man dies alone and when your   time comes you will know that it’s time      Stalins fortress on fire   Is this madness or hell      The sound of the mortars   the music of death   we’re playing the devils symphony   our violins are guns   conducted from hell      Oh stalingrad   Mratnimiat      Are you playing   do you follow the conductors lead   no one knows you   no one cares about a single violin      Play the score of the damned   know the devil within