Howling fury, reap the sky
Pale winds of death unleashed
Storm of iron, gale of steel
Erupting demon fist
In praise of death
We celebrate the hunger for the kill
Into pandemonium
Stench of scorched flesh
Boiled blood, charred bones
All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings
Cracked horizon
Bleeding ground
Cold ruin branches out
Falling into livid dust
Prophets of steel arise
Warbound, frontschwein
Back to the panther line
Willingly triumphing in eternal death
Decay, ruin
Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies
Armored count
Wood-splinters swirling
Red pawns keeps falling
Armored count
Breathing smoke and sparks
Pushing through trackless swamps
Panzer graf
Marauders of breath
Spewing red-hot death
Panzer graf
Ancient walls bleeding
Once again falling down
Eastsack, westsack
Cognac infused attack
Barrage after barrage
Torn apart like paper sacks
Machine guns preaching, engines roar
Merciful faith no more
Into pandemonium
Stench of scorched flesh
Broiled skin, burnt hair
All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings
Death, decay, ruin
Yet the only victory belongs unto the flies