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