They were called Katusyhas, but we called them Stalin's Organs 200 MM devastating fire When streets hiss, and falling block, kisses desperate flesh Stukas plunging, as skylines reform Spreading madness, in the gun factory Which had become something of a rallying point in the last few days I can tell they fear us, by the way they fire We infiltrate, we wade through hip-deep filth And then we come at them from below Now that your name has been changed, will any remember your name And why was I, so led away And what secret laid In the blood soaked block On the fountain made... Return, return, return
