They were called Katyushas
But we called them Stalin's Organs
200 millimeter devastating fire

When streets hiss
And falling block kisses desperate flesh
Stukas plunging as skylines reform

Stukas plunging, 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
I can tell they fear us
By the way they fire
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 was laid?
In the blood-soaked block
On the foundation made
Return, return, return