In the cold of night, under skies of flame, The marching shadows have no name. Steel meets flesh in fields of suffering, Where only the brave dare to go. Echoes of fear in every breath, Silent prayers dance with death. On the front lines, hearts turn to stone, Facing the fire, alone. Whispers of glory, creates in the dark, The blood on the floor leaves its mark. Brothers in arms, through fire and rain, Forged in battle, in endless pain. Victory calls, but the price is high, We fight to live or we die. In the ruined streets, hope disappears, But the will to resist will not wane. Against all odds we hold the line, For tomorrow's dawn, for a chance to shine. The roar of the cannons shakes the earth, In this war, how much is peace worth? Brothers in arms, through fire and rain, Forged in battle, in endless pain. Victory calls, but the price is high, We fight to live or we die. Brothers in arms, through fire and rain, Forged in battle, in endless pain. Victory calls, but the price is high, We fight to live or we die. I hope you liked the lyrics! It captures the epic and dramatic atmosphere of the historic battles of World War II. If you want to adjust any part, I'm at your disposal!