In the footsteps of Napoleon, the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines, the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You’ll never know, you’ll never know, which way to turn, which way to look, you’ll never see us
As we steal into the blackness of the night you’ll never know, you’ll never hear us

And the evening sings in a voice of amber
The dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is Softly humming

-Al Stewart

(I wonder if Putin has been nervously watching the Gaddafi video at all, recently)