Ballad of Kursk
Never ending bombardment
Started an hour prior
To our surprise embarkment
Our lines a bright pyre
The order went and came
Over the top we go
To win the Fuhrer’s fame
Pain we would know
We met them immediately
Tank to tank, hand to hand
We fought them obediently
Fighting for the Fatherland
Outnumbered 3 to 1
Our lead tank hit
I got out grabbed my gun
Then our tank spit
Petrol pouring
Covering my ears
The explosion roaring
Counting my years
Into the grass
Our tank burning
My feet did a chasse
My heart yearning
The Russians are devils, and coming
My friends with pace, leaving
“He can’t be saved” they’re saying
I look down my body… grieving
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