Where all the roads have ended
The path we walk does not
The land that we defended
Has all begun to rot
Our hearts have burned
So pained and spurned
That's how we're all forsaken now in the gray no-man's-land
Perhaps we will never return to our dearest homeland
My Father, Mother, Sister
my purpose and my pain
The orchestra of canons
holds nothing left to gain
The Captain cries
Bring their demise
Our blood is given in devotion to the emperor
Within the bloody thunderstorm of the condemned French horde
The fieldpost is lost now
the mud is ankle deep
Some roots that smell like corpses
are all we have to eat
We've gone astray
So cold we stay
Our dearest ones we've been without for an entire year
But now we must protect the East from the crazed Russians here.
The clouds are moving east now,
the towns are burning down
The youthful men are dying
for death is all around
They burned the land
In hand, just sand
The eyes that dare look on the land are met with ghastly war
Like them, will I soon lie in a cold grave forevermore?
Wir sind verloren. (Note: We are lost)
Wir sind verloren.
Wir sind verloren.
Wir sind verloren.
I walk the line of corpses,
for here so many lie.
Just yesterday they guessed not
that this would be goodbye
Who knows? Not us.
Our grand purpose.
Who knows how long the sun will shine before I will be free.
I'll only know that I'm deceased when Mother cries for me.
Wir sind verloren.
Wir sind verloren.
Wir sind verloren.
Wir sind verloren.