https://suno.com/@thedukeofdance Verse 1 Under skies of ice we go, Through the wind and drifting snow. Hungry, weary, cold and worn, Still we march toward the dawn. L’Empire s’effondre, mais nous marchons encore — Chaque pas vers la tombe, chaque souffle vers la mort. Chorus March on, soldiers, keep the line! March on, through the frost and pine! Home lies far beyond the night, Far beyond the fading light. Winter laughs at crowns and gold — Winter’s hand is hard and cold. Verse 2 Moscow burns behind our backs, Ashes swallowing our tracks. Forward waits the frozen plain, Endless snow and endless pain. Napoléon murmure: « Tenez, mes enfants », Mais la neige répond: « Vous périrez pourtant ». Bridge Brothers vanish in the white, Taken by the endless night. Flags once raised in glory fall, Silent now above us all. La gloire s’efface sous la morsure du gel — Et les vivants gardent une douleur éternelle. Final Chorus March on, soldiers, no retreat! Hear the drum and feel the beat! France awaits beyond the storm, Though death follows close and warm. March on, soldiers, hold your ground — Let your voices be the sound! Russia’s winter spares no one; March until the journey’s done.
