June - '41, World-war 2nd.
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At the Russian-frontiers
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the Germans are marchin' on.
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Ready to kill without mercy.
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Orders from Kreml;
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We'll burn down the bridges behind.
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Burn down the bridges
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Back in Berlin they are now
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more convinced than ever.
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The whole world must kneel to the "Swastika"
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"Sieg-heil," the "Eagle" has landed.
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"The third Reich" will rise again.
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Yell Sieg-heil!
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But weeks turned to months, and the battles
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raged-on. The "peasants"
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were fighting back-still.
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Little by little the Germans would learn
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that Russian-winter kills.
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Trapped in the snow - it was freezing below
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in the "waste-land", the truth was all too real.
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Taken by storm, attacked from behind
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by the Cossacks, the mighty "Troops of steel";
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turned to their heels
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Just like Napoleon before
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Hitler was chased-back to his own "front-door".
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His army was wasted and worn
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his "dream" all shattered and torn.
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In order to save his Berlin,
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he now gave the order to...
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burn down the bridges.
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Yes, it must be done
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We're gonna burn'em down
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We'll burn all the bridges behind.
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The winds of war would soon be stilled,
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but how lawn will it be...
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'till the missiles light up the sky
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to start "World-War III".
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Burn Down The Bridges
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