Verse 1

The Volga carried ash beneath a copper sky,

A factory bell rang once, then let the silence lie.

You pressed your coat against the shattered window frame,

And wrote your sister’s name where frost could not remain.

Pre-Chorus

The map was torn, the orders blurred with dust,

But every hand held fast because it must.

Chorus

Stalingrad, hold fast through the fire,

Stone by stone, lift the broken higher.

Through the winter, through the thunder’s roar,

You stood your ground on the river shore.

Verse 2

A kettle warmed between two broken walls,

A medic counted footsteps in the halls.

You shared one crust, then passed the canteen round,