First Step to Glory -------------------------------------------
From the blood stained fields of wheat
To the crimson echoes of her tundra
The Motherland weeps
Her sons killed by the jaws of ruthless dogs
The gray horizon masked with the facade of night
Only to give way to the cries of war and the false promises of revenge
But are they false?
No
The sun breaches the wall of smoke and debris and I cry
I cry for my brothers lost
I cry for the blood stained wheat
I cry for my comrade, lying beside me dying
But most of all my friends
I cry for the sight just before my eyes
They promised us victory
And now the flag of the mother land flies above the Reichstag
Submission Name: First Step to Glory
