Plucking rangers from the jaws of death
Quite recently the Cretan heat they left
Now they're trapped in the polarwinter
Hungry soldiers inhaling cold air
Icy storms conquer the lands
Dashing forward as the Fuhrer commands
Thrown into the Heretic night
Still starved from Mediterean fights

Walk across the chilling streams
Again no ordnance as it seems
For their brothers to stay on hold
Trapped into the Freezing Cold

Forget about military conceptions
Fighting the enemy in any direction
Endless snow is pain in the neck
Sleepless night are stabbing in their back

Into the realm of the midnight sun
Seeing their comrades - Every hope is gone
Having no words for what the see
On their way to Barents Sea

Both rivals chilled to the bone
With iron will and hearts of stone
White flares enlighten the sky
Fiogging shots announce their last cry