THE SNOW FELL

Today is the 61st anniversary of Operation Barbarossa, the only serious attempt ever made by any major world power to put an end to the horror of Communism.

THE SNOW FELL
by Ian Stuart of Skrewdriver

He sat in a room, in a square the color of blood.
He'd rule the whole world, if there was a way that he could.
He'd sit and he'd stare at the minarets on top of the towers,
For he was the beast, as he hatched his new plans to gain power.

As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals.
As the snow fell, freezing the blood and the wheels.
As the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival.
As the snow fell, and defeated the beast's only rivals.

They took the old roads that Napoleon had taken before.
They fought as the forces of light against the darkness in a holy war.
One day they were looking out in the sunshine on the cornflowers.
The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers.

As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals.
As the snow fell, freezing the blood and the wheels.
As the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival.
As the snow fell, and defeated the beast's only rivals.

Then came the deadly road back on the steppes of their retreat.
The cold racked their bodies, but worse was the pain of defeat.
And people who had hailed them once now turned and looked away.
These people now knew that the beast was on his way.

As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals.
As the snow fell, freezing the blood and the wheels.
As the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival.
As the snow fell, and defeated the beast's only rivals.

You finally came back to the borders of your Fatherland.
Now enemies came, traitors everywhere at hand.
Many people had fought and died, knowing that they had to win.
And still it sickens my heart to see the picture of the Red Flag in Berlin.