On the field with the subzero air freezing
His surviving men were still in combat
Many had already fled or died, and lay there
Stalingrad meant the end, the pinnacle of doom
Bullets don't choose sides, or who is bleeding
Dictators on either side filled with bombast
Civilians who couldn't leave trapped in a lair
Snipers and tanks made the city a vile tomb
It would take centuries before any healing
Because both sides believed killing their task
And it didn't matter if the leaders even cared
The civilians and soldiers were twitching
They were screaming, and praying to die
The leaders were safe, planning in war rooms
As they told the world their carefully created lies
