Attack of the Dead 1915 - Dominia

The end is near

The angels call our names

The voice we hear

Guides us through the flames

Our sons and daughters would be proud

We stood against the enemies of God

We fought with courage and rage

Against a foe so strange…

Mother Russia!

Remember your children!

They have gone for your glory and freedom.

Only war brings gifts for the soldiers' desires,

They’ve bathed the Fatherland in fire!

We were spitting blood from our lungs

The Motherland is in our thoughts

We’re choking on poisoned air

Of our enemies' death we’ve taken care