Slumber deep and cold

The skull upon the shoulder

Closed eyes, a guest of wind

No one cries!

Snow falls, ice rains

The body numb and hard

There's a flower in his hand

From home, fatherland

Stählern ist das Kreuz, das seinen Körper schmückt

Er bricht den Wind zur Erde gedrückt

Hebt den Arm dem Sturm entgegen

Front Angel - Macht heisst leben

Where is future, where is past

Cursed to die at last

Into foreign lands they fell

Deaf ears listen to the death bell