Der Füsilier II

The troops in Przemysl
Are long since lost
At the break of Wetlina
Ten thousand frozen

They let themselves be snowed in
To never wake again
Others expose themselves
To catch a bullet

Wounded comrades
Are dying in agony
Twisting in the ice and
Dying after many hours

At night the wolves come
And take the dead
Pride and honor
Shattered in mountain warfare

And we push ahead
In the storm with drive
Step by step deep through the snow

And every man
As best he can
Looks to escape the madness

And we push ahead
In the storm with drive
The frost the last escort

The ice curtain
Circles for so long
Until it buries the dead
The last escort

Our tactics
Annihilate the armies
The practice was named
As scorched earth

No refuge, no protection
For us nothing left to gain
Only ash and rubble
Lies on burnt ground

For several weeks
Only frozen beets
Nails broken
From hungry digging

Home in sight
So I trudge on
Without rest, without pause
Through the storm with the drive

And I push ahead
In the storm with drive
The cold in marrow and bone

Death offered
Take my hand
Let yourself be freed from suffering

And I push ahead
In the dead land
I lie in peaceful white

Towards home
To wife and child
I dream frozen in the ice

And I push ahead
In the storm with drive
I lie in peaceful white

Towards home
To wife and child
I dream frozen in the ice