[Куплет]:
The city of Stalingrad, the war machine grinds on
The Germans make their stand, hoping to abrogate the dawn
The battle will consume, the life's blood of the land
The Soviets stand their ground, with the courage of the damned
[Припев]:
Stalingrad, the butcher's blade
The price of victory, in blood it must be paid
Stalingrad, the turning tide
In the fiery crucible, the fate of men decide
[Куплет]:
The fighting rages on, through the frozen hell of winter
The tanks and guns ablaze, as the armies clash and splinter
The shells rain down like death, the battle knows no rest
The soldiers fight and die, till their very last breath
[Куплет]:
Stalingrad, the butcher's blade
The price of victory, in blood it must be paid
Stalingrad, the turning tide
In the fiery crucible, the fate of men decide
[Бридж]:
The battle rages on, in the city of the dead
Men will fight and die till their very last breath
The fate of nations hangs, in the balance of the fight
For Stalingrad will be, the crucible of might
[Припев]:
Stalingrad, the butcher's blade
The price of victory, in blood it must be paid
Stalingrad, the turning tide
In the fiery crucible, the fate of men decide