They were called Katusyhas, but we called them Stalin's Organs
  200 MM devastating fire
  When streets hiss, and falling block, kisses desperate flesh
  Stukas plunging, as skylines reform
  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, 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 laid?
  In the blood soaked block
  On the fountain made...
  Return, return, return