A part of me has died before I was even born   Stung by the frost in a cold winter storm   Destined to doom in a land so cold and grim   Will I die trying to win?         Armies before them have come and they've failed   Defeated by the frost, the snow, and the hail   Bogged in the mud, paralyzed by the rain   Frozen bodies covered the plains         Of the Russian winter         For days and nights the snow kept on falling   It was our endurance against natures calling   Feeling so cold and so tired   Will we ever find the fire?         So many dreams lay shattered in the cold   Many good men fell for the pride they behold   Mothers and fathers and children cried   Knowing that their heros all died   In the Russian winter