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