Frontschwein

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