(Intro)\nThe winter's grasp tightens, cold and unyielding,\nEchoes of war's end, the nation's heart bleeding.\n\n(Verse 1)\nBerlin's ruins beneath a smoky veil,\nWhere whispered prayers clash with artillery's wail.\nThe Eagle falters on shattered wings,\nIn the shadow of defeat, the requiem rings.\n\n(Pre-Chorus)\nBroken Reich's banners, trampled in mud,\nStreets flooded with tears, blood, and flood.\nFrom the rubble, a dirge of sorrow,\nYet dawn promises no more hollow.\n\n(Chorus)\nAshes fall like snow on the shattered land,\nSteel meets the folk’s ancient hand.\nLutes and hurdy-gurdy sing through the night,\nHeavy riffs roar the end of the fight.\nGermany's soul, torn and reborn,\nFrom the darkest night, a new dawn sworn.\n\n(Verse 2)\nChildren of ruins, eyes wide with grief,\nHear the haunting call of the Rhine's old leaf.\nThe folk songs echo with pain and pride,\nA nation's heart refuses to hide.\n\n(Bridge)\nThe bells of Dresden toll in the distance,\nA requiem for innocence lost in resistance.\nHarmonicas wail under blackened skies,\nWhile the thunder of drums drowns out the lies.\n\n(Chorus)\nAshes fall like snow on the shattered land,\nSteel meets the folk’s ancient hand.\nLutes and hurdy-gurdy sing through the night,\nHeavy riffs roar the end of the fight.\nGermany's soul, torn and reborn,\nFrom the darkest night, a new dawn sworn.\n\n(Outro)\nIn the silence after the guns fall still,\nThe folk metal pulse, a testament of will.\nGermany's scars carved deep in the past,\nYet through the flame, its spirit will last.