From September 1941 to January 1944 the city of Leningrad was being strangled
By a noose created by the Lord and Knights of their leader's Crooked Black Cross
It was a desperate battle, lives lost or thrown away, defense perimeters untangled
While Russia had defeated France and others with winter, not with this hard frost
Surrounded without food, without hope, with few defenders, the city screamed
From above dive bomber bombs, shells of artillery strikes, sea bombardment
In winter caravans crossing frozen lakes offered a kind of relief
By summer starving people harvested leather, grew gardens
But the end came late, after millions had starved, died
The city finally breathed, when defenders broke the circle
Almost 900 days they were attacked, but they survived
This was THEIR finest hour, a visit to Hell as a rehearsal
For Further Reading
