What are you listening to right now?

Beneath our feet, fragile ice, the platoon marches eastward
Shadows on the snow – footprints of souls
Don’t make plans for the future, who will outlive whom
If God is with us, He will avert trouble

It’s not easy to lie in the ground
Just to know – for whom

Upward, to the cloud-high distances
To the land of unconquered heights
Where everything began
The platoon marches eastward
To the land of unconquered heights

In war, as in war, another’s life is not valued
A white shroud is thrown down to us from the peaks
Fire has decimated us by a third, the echo multiplies the word “death”
But there is no doubt for those who are still alive!

The mouth is scorched by a cry
We don’t abandon our own!

Upward, to the cloud-high distances
To the land of unconquered heights
Where everything began
The platoon marches eastward
To the land of unconquered heights

Crimson color is spilled across the hills by a hasty hand
And a crane formation flies, calling us after it

It’s not easy to lie in the ground
Just to know – for whom
And again...

Upward, to the cloud-high distances
To the land of unconquered heights
Where everything began
The platoon marches eastward
To the land of unconquered heights