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.