Inferno At The Carpathian Mountains - Hail of Bullets

Remains are heading West

Towards the safety of the Reich

Between them and the homeland

Lies one final obstacle

A passage through the Carpaths

Known as impenetrable

Few challenging passes

Ravines dark and deep

Ascending 2000 meters

Where roads are bad and steep

Units without officers

Deserters from imprisonment

Over threatening white peaks

Nowhere light, nowhere shelter

Not a sign of life

A desolate dreary region

Where no-one can survive the misdemeanours

The crimes against mankind

The last halts of abundance

They left them far behind

Fury figures wrapped in grey blankets

Will-less eyes gaze into nothingless

Stare through this pathetic procession

A long cortege of infatuation

Tired sullen faces

Feet blistered and sore

Their clothing is threadbare

Soles tied up with cords

A mountain range afflicted by the cold

Icy wind brings horizontal

At the Carpathian Inferno

A lump of snow is looming

Alongside of the track

The tombstone of two comrades

Who died silent, back to back

Faces remain nameless

Wheels crush splintered bones

Frozen death is painless

On this god-forgotten road