Naer Mataron - Winter War Memorial


I can see the winds, I can breath the chilling cold!
 I can touch the spectral colors of the night
 The son 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
 Honor fills with courage my soul
 Draped I am by those melancholic hills
 A hawk in eerie, I am waiting fearless
 All senses gathered, instincts sharpened
 Dwelling in total blasphemy in this winter war.

 Krieg!

 Olofoteina ta synnefa toso psila!
 Parthenikis broxis stagones me skepazoun,
 Kai ola edo, I timi, to Aima poukYlla zesto
 Kai ego monos pia:na polemo akoma
 Winterwar memorial

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