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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 |
