Silent is the night, as crows are at rest In leather clad suits and camouflage vest Stench of helmets, still dropping flesh blood Hanging on bayonets, falling off in mud
The season has begun, to hunt for their prey The black death came upon, the season of decay Hot air from the east, skies grips across Sound of the beast, flags with black cross
As panzer shook the ground Echo’s swept the land As the leaders release the hounds Blood across the sand
Pain is imminent In the hands of ghouls Slaughter of the soul Wolves begin to howl
Shots fired on southern end Blue sky turned into black Souls they will defend Marching ghouls tank attack
War and hostility, death of tranquillity The slaughter has begun, shattered soul all ‘round Howling panzer subsides, flood gates of hell is on 3rd reich above decides The black cross marches onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
