Lines of Defence - Black Grass

As the Wehrmacht overrun, Russia 1941 They don't belong, we stand our ground, a million strong We are ready for their strike, face the army of the Reich A million strong, this is our land, they don't belong Hear Marshal Zhukov's, and Stalin's orders Defend the motherland, Moscow shall not fall Stand and follow command, our blood for the homeland Heed the motherland's call, and brace for the storm Moscow will never give in, there is no surrender Force them into retreat, and into defeat Face the volleys of their guns, for Russia's daughters and her sons All the brave, who stand against the typhoon wave From the mountains and the plains, come in thousands on the trains Day and night, they're rolling in, to join the fight From Kazakhstan to Magadan Call of the motherland, Russia shall prevail Stand and follow command, our blood for the homeland Heed the motherland's call, and brace for the storm Moscow will never give in, there is no surrender Force them into retreat, and into defeat Stand and follow command, our blood for the homeland Heed the motherland's call, and brace for the storm Moscow will never give in, there is no surrender Force them into retreat, and into defeat Stand and follow command, our blood for the homeland Heed the motherland's call, and brace for the storm Moscow will never give in, there is no surrender Force them into retreat, and into defeat Stand and follow command, our blood for the homeland