1. 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
Once again falling down

Fastsack, 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

2. The Blond Beast

Blackest shadow full of death
The Blond beast comes marching in
Sender of fear and abhorrence rise
Through clouds of ash and decay
Black birds of carrion follow
He comes to fill the graveyards up
Setting sails towards your last mask
Through bleeding wounds yet to come

The gentle touch of violin strings
The crows of death and ashes sing
... the Blond beast

Enraptured wolf-packs high on blood
Bohemia, Moravia
A funeral nation with a funeral urge
Local morale pulverized
None dare to raise a hand
Exile revolt – nails of doom
Protectorate within your grasp
All opposition erased

The gentle touch of violin strings
The crows of death and ashes sing
Gently caressed by Azrael's wings...the Blond beast

The gentle touch of violin strings
The crows of death and ashes sing...the Blond beast

3. Afrika

Futils struggle – an ocean of merciless sand
Invincible waves of fleas and flies
Iron nights and days of steel – at any cost shall we make them bleed
The tanks roll forward in Afrika – Afrika

Desert fox versus desert rats
A march through endless clouds of dust
Scorched iron oasis – desert blitz – Afrika – Afrika

Fever, cramps and diarrhea – as easy as 1 2 3
All that matters is crushing the enemy
Entangling arm of death – 88's coughing mortal breath
The tanks roll forward in Afrika – Afrika

Shell after shell over bone-dry plains
The star of Afrika descends into flames
Underated – shallow stony graves – Afrika – Afrika

Counterattack – bleeding dry – Afrikakorps – outnumbered
Forcing the fox in retreat – fighting force collapse
Now facing the long road back

Tripoli, Bengasi – Stukas pounding tirelessly
Deafening explosions keeps the pace
Tobruk captured and painted red – El Alamein ahead
The tanks roll forward in Afrika – Afrika

Sand and drought flavored killing spree
The smell of palm trees and gasoline
No more retreat, only defeat – Afrika – Afrika – Afrika – Afrika

4. Wartheland

Totalitarian command!

Wartheland – the soil bleeds black again
Expelled – Polish exodus

Wartheland
Thrusting the sickle through flesh
Through blood-drenched fields of mud
Wartheland
Oppression's hand reaches forth

Totalitarian command!
Plow and sword
Proclaiming repression with force
Blood and soil mixed as one
Ending expression once more

Wartheland
Commanding the fate of those
About to die in dirt
Wartheland
Conquerors crown to become
A funeral wreath

Seeds of blood
Succumb to the domination
Seeds of hate planted deep
Relentless Germanisation

Wartheland
Thrusting the sickle through flesh
Through blood-drenched fields of mud
Wartheland
Oppression's hand reaches forth

Totalitarian command!

5. Rope Of Regret

Cold heart hammering hard – no sanctuary to find
Death stands firm and tall – bell cracks its iron spine

The hunter and the hunted
Closing in, poised to sting – ring of fear
Circle of pounding death
Counting ribs, weighing blood – searching the sky

Solemn black manner
Blood-drenched banned whips in the jagged wind
Sour milk, blackened flesh
Decidius forest – devoid of life

Burning hate – flaming sword
Repeatedly severing the heads of the hydra
Stalemate – corrosion
Stillborn resistance – unquenchable thirst

Now see the Rope of Regret – Around the Partisan neck

Dead eyes glowing cold – no sanctuary to find
Breathing damp and mould – through hell with a firm smile

Hunting high and low
Sowing seeds of blood, deep into the folk soul
Bonfires burning bright
Kingdom come! Kingdom gone – praised be the flame

Buzzard feathers swirl
Ruthless night and fog merging together
Murky waters flow
Sulphurous skies, sulphurous cries – funeral daze

New-sprung world of blades
Apocalyptic raids throughout the nations
Black breath, hand of death
Iron wills – blood red hills; sweet and decay

Now see the Rope of Regret – Around the Partisan neck
Now see the Rope of Regret – Around the Partisan neck

6. Between The Wolf-Packs

Concrete walls
A mountain of silence
Beast of prey's perpiration
The hangman's chorus echoes forth

Where suicide and silence whisper
Their sacrosanct promises
Keep smell of station and gray death
Millions of snowflakes between the wolf-packs

Grinding thunder in the east
Gott mit uns!
Tyrannic lightning in the west

Blood and ash
Severe reprisals ahead
The blood is shaken in the Reich
As thousand-fold vengeance take form

The floodgates of hate are open
And execution squads let loose
Feral and bleak – high treason, deceit
Millions of snowflakes between the wolf-packs

The July sun is burning still
Upon the wolf's lair
Above us eaglets learn to kill
Above the slight tracks

Concrete walls, a mountain of silence
Beast of prey's perpiration
The hangman's chorus echoes forth
Where suicide and silence whisper
Their sacrosanct promises
Keep smell of station and gray death
Millions of snowflakes between the wolf-packs

Alliance broken in the south
Gott mit uns!
Newfound slumber in the north

The July sun is burning still
Upon the wolf's lair
Above us eaglets learn to kill
Above the slight tracks

7. Nebelwerfer

Let them rain on blood-soaked muddy fields
Let them sing their death-tone alarm
Let them fall upon the streets of no hope
Let them be the first fiddle in the macabre dance of death

Nebelwerfer – oh. smoke mortar
Brust forth! let thy kingdom come
Nebelwerfer – artillery bliss
Break out! let thy will be done

The spark and the flame
The flame and the spark
The shrill screams of Mimi
In the midst of the night
Death comes as flames from above

The smoke and the gas
The gas and the smoke
The high means of Minnie
In the midst of the night
The barrels thunder
The ground is shaking
Death comes as hail of the gods

Let them thunder on freshly blackened lands
Let them howl throughout this night of raptness
Let them fall upon the town square of pain
Let them be the first fiddle in this macabre dance of death

Nebelwerfer – oh. siw barreled love song
Do-gerät – hallowed be thy name!
Nebelwerfer – reveal his glory
An earth as in heaven!

The spark and the flame
The flame and the spark
The shrill screams of Mimi
In the midst of the night – death comes as flames from above

The smoke and the gas
The gas and the smoke
The high means of Minnie
In the midst of the night
The barrels thunder
The ground is shaking
Death comes as hail of the gods

8. Falaise: Cauldron Of Blood

Falaise – drowning in blood
Encirclement of ignited death
Beak dripping with opprobrium
Around the atrophied arm of faith

Illuminating fire searching
For death and for home in your flesh
Retreat! Defeat! Blood red soil
Unrivaled ferocity in bloom

Eating ashes like bread
Raising the cauldron of blood

Fed by flames in graves of fire
With saints and prophets in bleeding ground
Beak dripping with bloodlust
Within the latent promise of death

Dead march over dead soil
The Iron Dawn is breaking through
As the fifteenth century saints
Contemplate these killing fields of red
Scorched by long-dead flames of warfare
Already knowing how to die

Falaise – life is fading glow
Dispelled to corridor of wet ash
Beak dipping with disdain
Upon the tombstone of peace and calm

Dried up guts and tainted glory
With shattered pride around shattered bones
Funeral come! Enchant us!
The great bleeding shall re-emerge

Eating ashes like bread
Raising the cauldron of blood
Drinks mixed with vain weeping
Raising the cauldron of blood

9. Doomsday Elite

Spearheaded scythe in the heart of Poland
Reaping the west, strict coulters of flame
Vast hecatombs of blood and life-force
Ferociously marching through the Balkans

All barrels pointing towards the east
Death's head and oak-leaves; doomsday elite

Toiling through despair and the frozen steppes
White tigers in Kharkov – black hunters ablaze
The eastern skyline again flaming red
Across Russian wastelands with hardened hearts

Blaze of destruction – Caucasian fields
Blood and sunflowers, desperate trail of Kursk

Disarmament march on broken axis ground
Kampfgroups move forward, Zhitomir in flames
Bleeding under cruel suns in Villers-Bocage
Maybach engines roar through the Ardennes

All barrels pointing towards the east
Death's head and oak-leaves; doomsday elite

Faith in weapons yet to come
Crises the skeleton key cant unlock
Faith in victories yet unseen
Spring awakening flares up, reality unfolds

Odyssey of the black praetorians
Asphalt soldiers stuck in obstinate mud
Death's head ussar's eternal march
False honor prospersn betrayal stands tall

Aimfully oiling the engine of war
Sowing a wind – harvesting a storm

Faith in weapons yet to come
Crises the skeleton key cant unlock
Faith in victories yet unseen
Spring awakening flares up, reality unfolds

10. 503

Strength and discipline unmatched
Bright courage – dark morals
A fortress in the waxing storm
A march to a certain death

To the death's head true
From Tiger 1 to 2
See the despondent foes flee
...from the 503

Donets – Kharkov – Zitadelle – Dnjepr
Kirowograd – Tscherkassy – Winniza – Carphatis

Strength through utter despair
Dreadful fats – grinning jaw
Death on caterpillar band
Cutting through like a rusty saw

Thick wall of hate and steel
Proud nations on their knees
...of the 503

Tarnopol – Caen – Orne – Budapest
Plattensee – Tyrnau – Mistelbach – Budweis

To the death's head true
From Tiger 1 to 2
See the despondent foes flee
...from the 503

11. 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 enlightement 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