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