| War cries pierces the autumn mist
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| Gunfire penetrate front lines
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| Panzers storming as an iron fist
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| Gunfire penetrate front lines
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| Steel and fire collide with a crash
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| Panzers plunge into the front
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| Crushing the bodies of the foes with a splash
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| Panzers plunge into the front
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| Scorched earth
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| The soil soaked with blood
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| On the ground nothing more can burn
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| Scorched earth
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| The absence of god
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| A mistake the enemy will learn
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| Blowtorch battalion burning the flank
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| As fanatics the foes the attack
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| Two thousand soldiers with battle tanks
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| As fanatics the foes they attack
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| Through the Losheim pass striving on to the west
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| They seal their fate and their souls
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| Leaving their prisoners in eternal rest
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| They seal their fate and their souls
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| Attacking — the holy cause must be fulfilled
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| No mercy — take pride in the thrill of the kill
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| Omens — the horoscope of time shows war
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| Victory — forevermore
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| Indefatigable battalions of storm
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| Destined to kill and be killed
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| Spearheads which rolling relentless they form
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| Destined to kill and be killed
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| The griffin protects us with beak and with claws
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| No enemy can bring forth our death
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| We must win to save us from the plague grasping jaws
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| No enemy can bring forth our death
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| Scorched earth
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| The soil soaked with blood
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| On the ground we draw our last breath
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| Scorched earth
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| We meet our god
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| But our banner is greater than death
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| Scorched earth — two hundred thousand men have died
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| Scorched earth — tunnel of light in high tide
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| Scorched earth — nothing new in history
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| Scorched earth — massive death for our glory |