Called on to rid the world of scum
To see them die by the smoking gun
We seek them out, the timeless creep
They dare not fight back nor even weep
We listened when the prophet said:
"Let them die by the hand grenade."
To change this world we must aspire
To live our lives in cannon fire
We march as one
Our salvation is steel
Beneath the tracks they yield
We only seek to serve the panzer beast
The general is its priest
The gun and bullet's our rod and staff
And those who resist are cut in half
The ringing from the steeple is a deadly discharge
Behind us is waste and on we charge
The passing bell tolls with a horrible crack
Heard a thousand times as we attack
We march as one
Our salvation is steel
Beneath the tracks they yield
Writer(s): Mads Lauridsen, Lasse Bak, Magnus Jorgensen, Michael Enevoldsen, Rasmus Henriksen
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