Thousand-Fold Death

Twisting and turning - intensively burning

The flames of destruction through the city whirling

Through smoke and through screams on bloodthirsty machines

We storm forth in ecstasy to crush the resistance

Now let the carnage build up, let the cleansing begin

Explosions bursting out - ashen bell cloning in

All that is flesh shall bleed - all that is dry shall burn

None shall escape our wrath - death awaits at every turn

From under violent skies with violence in our hearts

Spewing forth hate and lead, pouring out fiery death

All that oppose us must perish in rampant flames

Over and over - again and again

Again and again and again and again shall we renew the massacre

Renew the slaughter and renew the genocide

Searching for flesh to burn, searching for blood to spill

Combing through ruins in search for survivors to kill

Demoniac dignity - seeking enlightenment through genocide

Barbed wire, grass fire, steel-armored death choir

Basks in the glare of the ever-growing pyre

Winged projectiles of death - winged projectiles of doom

Turning whole cities into graves and smoking tombs

Relentless butchering, tireless killing-spree

Human vermin in flames - cleansing death meant to be

Cold oppression rising; panzer dawn - iron spring

Legions of black fueled with burning hate, bad wine and gin

Slaughterous symphony - searching redemption through this holy war

No room for prisoners, no room for mercy

No room for compassion or pity or sympathy

Hear the tank engine roar - hear the gun-barrels sing

As we run through everyone and through everything

War drums are beating - the wheels of death spinning

The freshly shed blood on our hands is as sweet as sin

Screaming artillery - deafening mortar shells

Tearing the streets to shreds - leaving nothing but a

Trail of destruction and cities beyond repair

The smell of burnt flesh and black powder fills in the air

Gunfire from above, gunfire from below

Marching through newly made mass graves with eyes aglow

Shellfire shakes the ground - iron wings fill the sky

Countless infantrymen armed and eager to die

All that is whole shall burst, all that stands up shall fall

'til all that's left is the echo of this holy war

Murderous harmony - seeking fulfillment through thousand-fold death