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!



Olofoteina ta synnefa toso psila!

Parthenikis broxis stagones me skepazoun,

Kai ola edo:I timi, to Aima pou kYlla zesto.

Kai ego monos pia:na polemo akoma.

Winterwar memorial.