In fog too thick for scouts to pierce the sky, The soldiers watch their supply lines grow thin. As winter deepens, precious time runs dry. Along the roads where columns once passed by, Now twenty foes press where one guard has been, In fog too thick for scouts to pierce the sky. The medics work while wounded soldiers lie For days where hours once brought help within; As winter deepens, precious time runs dry. New recruits falter, veterans testify To battles lost before they can begin In fog too thick for scouts to pierce the sky. Through blinding mist, the Russians now descry Each movement in the weather's deadly spin; As winter deepens, precious time runs dry. The highways choke, the mud-clad trucks comply With weather's curse and warfare's binding din In fog too thick for scouts to pierce the sky, As winter deepens, precious time runs dry.