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Night trains, filling up, on a railway station, in Berlin.

On the way, to the eastern front, as winter was closing in.

Young soldiers, who were on their way, to a freezing living hell

For victories dreams, had faded now, amongst explosions and deadly shells.

Night trains, moving out, moving on, to distant east.

Pride and love, for the fatherland, as they sought the road of victory.

They chose to fight, against all odds, against a foe, without a god.

They fought for good, for all mankind, and on death's roads they bravely trod.

Marching on to a fiery fate, their courage it did not fail.

To a land of fire and ice, they advanced up danger's trails.

Night trains, moving out, moving on, to distant east.

Pride and love, for the fatherland, as they sought the road of victory.

Night trains, moving out, moving on, to distant east.

Pride and love, for the fatherland, as they sought the road of victory.

As they marched into icy wastes, there was no end in their sights.

All they had was their comradeship and the bitter cold of endless nights.

So many died in graves of ice, never again to see their fatherland.

As their blood was spilt, so died their dreams,

but for true ideal they took their stand.

Night trains, moving out, moving on, to distant east.

Pride and love, for the fatherland, as they sought the road of victory.

Night trains, moving out, moving on, to distant east.

Pride and love, for the fatherland, as they sought the road of victory.