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Early morning
Call the roll
From the barracks
In the cold
Weary faces
Tired men
All prepare to
Leave the camp
Growling watchdogs
Snarling guards
Resignated
Off they march
Snow starts falling
Severe frost
Hostile country
Hope seems lost
Silent ribbon
Shuffling feet
Drink icicles
Nothing to eat
Sleep whilst moving
With open eyes
From the ditches
The frozen cry
Column breaking
Exhaustion
Comrades crawling
Starvation
Forgotten chapter
Tragic night
On this route
Many died
Call the roll
From the barracks
In the cold
Weary faces
Tired men
All prepare to
Leave the camp
Growling watchdogs
Snarling guards
Resignated
Off they march
Snow starts falling
Severe frost
Hostile country
Hope seems lost
Silent ribbon
Shuffling feet
Drink icicles
Nothing to eat
Sleep whilst moving
With open eyes
From the ditches
The frozen cry
Column breaking
Exhaustion
Comrades crawling
Starvation
Forgotten chapter
Tragic night
On this route
Many died
Lyrics submitted by Opethfanatic89
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