Winter has come to us
Slowly it eats into our limbs
I'm standing dazed in the trench
Shells are hailing down on me
No Christmas tree and no family
Only men crouch in the dugout
As gifts, grenades that fly
Between the blasts you can hear
The ground of the trenches frozen
Every shell turns to shrapnel
Frozen earth crashes around our ears
Cold fire that lights the night
Rats race down the parapet
They gnaw on the stone-stiff dead
Every crater a mass grave
More corpses above than below the ground
Death and sorrow at Christmastime
Death and sorrow at Christmastime
Impact here, hit there, they fire
Dead freezing, no coffin, no absolution
Christmastime in MG bursts
Deep voices in the trench
Winter has come to us
Slowly it eats into our limbs
I'm standing dazed in the trench
Shells are hailing down on me
No Christmas tree and no family
Only men crouch in the dugout
As gifts, grenades that fly
Between the blasts you can hear