Night trains, filling up, on a railway station in Berlin. On the way to the Eastern Front, as winter was closing in. Young soldiers who were on their way to a freezing, living hell. For victory’s dreams had faded now, amongst explosions and deadly shells.
Night trains, moving out-Moving on, to the distant east. Pride and love for the Fatherland as they sought the road to victory.
They choose to fight against all odds, against a foe without a god. They fought for good, for all mankind, along death’s roads they bravely trod. Marching on to a fiery fate, their courage it did not fail to a land of fire and ice, they advanced up danger’s trails.
Night trains, moving out-Moving on, to the distant east. Pride and love for the Fatherland as they sought the road to victory.As the they marched into the icy wastes, there was no end in their sights.
And all they had was their comradeship, and the bitter cold of endless nights. Well so many died in graves of ice, never again to see their Fatherland. As their blood was spilt, so died their dreams, before the true ideal they took their stand.