Winterwar Memorial Lyrics - Naer Mataron

I can see the winds, I can breath the chilling cold! 

I can touch the spectral colours of the night: 

The sun of Storms I am, the black night from yester worlds 

The flame of war desire burns inside my soul. 

Spellbound by this blind passion 

In battle lust my mind is drowned 

Red is the path:to the war field. 

My panzerfaust respectfully I hold. 

Under the pale horizon of the eastern front 

Across the endless sea of clouds 

Pride becomes a side of Pain 

Honour fills with courage my soul 

Draped I am by those melancholic hills 

A hawk in eyrie, I am waiting fearless 

All senses gathered, instincts sharpened 

Dwelling in total blasphemy in this winter war. 

Krieg!