1. Sun Tzu Says

(intro)

перевод: "Сун Тзу Говорит" (Anres) »

2. Ghost Division

Fast as the wind, the invasion has begun
Shaking the ground with the force of thousand guns
First into line of fire, first in to hostile land
Tanks leading the way, leading the way

Charge into lines with the force of a furious storm
Fast as the lightning, phantom swarm
200 miles at nightfall, taken within a day
Thus earning their name, earning the fame

They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division)
Leaving our dead, always ahead, fed by your dread

Always ahead, as the blitzkrieg rages on
Breaking morale the with the sound of blazing guns
First into line of fire, first in to hostile land
Tanks leading the way, leading the way

Leaving a trail of destruction to a foreign land
Massive assault made to serve the Nazi plan
Communication's broken, phantom's are far away
Thus earning their name, earning the fame

They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division)
Leaving our dead, always ahead, fed by your dread

Pushing the frontline forth with a tremendous force
Making the way for panzer course
First into line of fire, first in to hostile land
Tanks leading the way, claiming the fame

They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division)
Leaving our dead, always ahead, fed by your dread

Panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division)
Leaving our dead, always ahead, fed by your dread

перевод: "Призрачный Взвод" (Anres) »

3. The Art Of War

I stand alone
And gaze upon the battlefield
Wasteland
Is all thats left after the fight
And I'm searching a new way to defeat my enemy
Bloodshed
I've seen enough of death and pain

I will run – they will hunt me
Then I will hide – they will searching
I regroup – they retreat
They'll soon coup de gr?ce((mercy killing))

I will win but never fight
Thats the Art of War!

Breaking the will to fight among the enemy
Force them to hunt me
They will play my game
And play by my rules
I will be close but still untouchable
No more will I see suffering and pain
They will find me no more
I'll be gone
I will have them surrounded
They will heel without fight
Overrun
Coup de gr?ce

I will win but never fight
Thats the Art of War

Broken and lost
Tired of war
They'll surrender to me
Caught in my trap
There's no way out
Fail never again

I will run – they will hunt me
Then I will hide – they will searching
I regroup – they retreat
They'll soon coup de gr?ce

I will win but never fight
Thats the Art of War

перевод: "Искусство Войны" (Anres) »

4. 40:1

Baptised in fire.
Fourty to one

So silent before the storm
Awaiting command
A few has been chosen to stand
As one outnumbered by far
The orders from high command
Fight back, hold your ground!

In early September it came
A war unknown to the world
No warning they entered that land
That is protected by polish hand
Unless you are fourty to one
Your force will soon be undone

Baptised in fire
Fourty to one
Spirit of spartans
Death and glory
Soldiers of Poland
Second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt

The 8th of September it starts
The rage of the Reich
A barrage of mortars and guns
Stand past, the bunkers will hold
The captain has pledged his life
I'll face my fate here!
The sound of artillery strike
So fierce
The thunder of guns

So come, bring on all that you've got
Come hell, come high water, never stop
Unless you are forty to one
your lives will soon be undone

Baptised in fire
40 to 1
Spirit of spartans
Death and glory
Soldiers of poland
Second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt

Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, fathers and sons at war
Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, fathers and sons at war
Always remember, a fallen soldier
Always remember, buried in history

No vermin may enter that land
That is protected by polish hand
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone

Baptised in fire
Forty to one
Spirit of spartans
Death and glory!
Soldiers of Poland
Second to none
Wrath of the Wehrmacth brought to a halt

перевод: "40:1" (Anres) »

5. Unbreakable

It's under crimson skies
Hell's arising
Our trap will spring
Our (opressors) will be marching
straight to their doom

We are preppared for war
Reayd for fire
Standby to charge
Counting down
As they march to destruction
Their time has come
They'll never know
We gave no warning
We set a trap
They took the bait
Leading them straight into hell
They will not live to tell the tale
We'll strike at dusk and fight 'till dawn

Tonight our foe is bound to fail
Our time is now

All ready at arms

Upon our chosen ground
Dead men marching
No sign of hope
Victory will be hours before the dawn breaks
Tonight we charge

They'll never know
We gave no warning
We set a trap
They took the bait
Leading them straight into hell

They will not live to tell the tale
We'll strike at dusk and fight 'till dawn
Tonight our foe is bound to fail
Our time is now

All ready at arms

Chaos and disorder
Sound of the attack
Charging down the mountain
Frontal assault
Guns light up the darkness
Mortars rip the ground
Like a force of nature shaking the field

They never knew
We gave no warning
We set a trap
They took the bait
Cut off
Retreat

Release
Unleash
The beast withing
Berzerker rage is released

Release
Unleash
A storm, a force
Unbreakable warmachine

Victims of the ambush
Stain the ground with blood
Fields of execution
Murderous plan
Soldiers turn to madmen
In the dead of night
Fighting with a fury
Fire in your eyes

They never knew
We gave no warning
We set a trap
They took the bait
Cut off
Retreat

Release
Unleash
The beast withing
Berzerker rage is released

Release
Unleash
A storm, a force
Unbreakable warmachine

Unleash
The beast withing
Berzerker rage is released

перевод: "Непобедимые" (Anres) »

6. The Nature Of Warfare

(инструментал)

перевод: "Сущность Войны" (Anres) »

7. Cliffs Of Gallipoli

Hear them whisper
voices from the other side
hear them calling
from friends and foes resting side by side

They will never
leave our hearts or fade away
live forever
they were far too young to die
such a waste

how many wasted lives
how many dreams did fade away
broken promises
they won't be coming home

Oh mothers wipe your tears
your sons will rest a million years
found their peace at last
as foe turned to friend
and forgive

And they knew they'd die
Gallipoli
Left the letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust

Hell is waiting where the ocean meets the sand
Cliffs of burden
where the soldiers crushed into a certain death

At the shoreline
Blood of heroes stains the land
light a candle
For each of them who fought and died in vain

There is no enemy
There is no victory
Only boys who lost their lives in the sand
Young men were sacrificed a
Their names are carved in stone in candle light
and forever we will? remember your burden

And they knew they'd die
Gallipoli
Left the letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust

Oh mothers wipe your tears
your sons will rest a million years
found their peace at last
as foe turned to friend
and forgive

And they knew they would die
Gallipoli
Left the letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust

перевод: "Скалы Галлиполи" (Anres) »

8. Talvisota

Rise of nations pride

Russians on the route to ruin
Kremlin's more than certain to win
Sent away an army to the west
From a ground were chosen
Slowest sleep in hell are frozen
Stalin were too eager to invade

The faults of the might he possessed
And not of his foe
Rage of winter!

Rise nation's pride!
Hold what's yours!
Strike it where it hurts!
Fight!
Hold your ground!
Winter war!
Reinforce the line!

Split them into small divisions!
Rip them of the conquest visions
Motti tactics used with great results
Snipers move unseen in snowfall
Force them to retreat and recall
Fight the russian rule and their demand

With molotov cocktail in hand
No fear of the tanks
Death or Glory!

Rise nation's pride!
Hold what's yours!
Strike it where it hurts!
Fight!
Hold your ground!
Winter war!
Reinforce the line!

A slice of a knife through a throat
And blood turns to ice
Talvisota!

Rise nation's pride!
Hold what's yours!
Strike it where it hurts!
Fight!
Hold your ground!
Winter war!
Reinforce the line!

Rise nation's pride!
Hold what's yours!
Strike it where it hurts!
Fight!
Hold your ground!
Winter war!
Reinforce the line!

перевод: "Зимняя Война" (Anres) »

9. Panzerkampf

Into the motherland
The German army march

In the Soviet Union summer 1943
Tanks line up in thousands as far the eye can see
Ready for the onslaught
Ready for the fight
Waiting for the axis to march into a trap
Mines are placed in darkness
In the cover of the night
Awaiting to be triggered
When the time is right
In the night invasion
Every man attack
Once the battle started
There's no turning back

The end of the third reich draws near
It's time has come to an end
The end of an era is here
Its time to attack!

Into to the motherland the German army march
Comrades stand side by side to stop the nazi charge
Panzers on russian soil advancing in the east
One million men at war
Soviet wrath unleashed!

Fields of Prokhorovka
The heat of battle burned
Suffered heavy losses
The tide of war was turned
Driving back the germans
Fighting on four fronts
Pump them out of russia
Out of soviet land
Reinforce the front line
Force the axis to retreat
Sending all the rescources
Securing their defeat
Soldiers of the Union
Broke the citadel
Ruling Stalin's army
Fascists rest in hell!

The end of the third reich draws near
Its time has comew to an end
The end of an era is here
Its time to attack

Into to the motherland the German army march
Comrades stand side by side to stop the nazi charge
Panzers on Russian soil advancing in the east
One million men at war
Soviet wrath unleashed

Onward comrads! Onwards for the Soviet Union! Charge!

Ow mother Russia!
Union of lands
Will of the people
Strong in command
Ow mother Russia!
Union of lands
Once more victorious the red army stands!

The end of the third reich is here
Its time has come to an end
The end of an era is here
Its time to attack!

Into to the motherland the German army march
Comrades stand side by side to stop the nazi charge
Panzers on russian soil advancing in the east
One million men at war
Soviet wrath unleashed!

перевод: "Танковый Бой" (Anres) »

10. Union (Slopes Of St. Benedict)

As a turn of the tide
It is our turn to rise
The force of a union at war
March over mountains
On our way to the north
On the road that leads us to Rome
Our way will not be easy
It will take us through hardship and pain
Hill after hill breaking their line of defense
Head at north

Mile after mile our march carrries on
No army may stop our approach
Fight side by side
Many nations unite
At the shadow of Monte Cassino
We fight and die together
As we head for the valley of death
Destiny calls
We'll not surrender or fail

To arms!
Under one banner
As a unit we stand
And united we fall –as one
Fighting together
Bringing them into the slaughter
Winds are changing
Head at north!

перевод: "Союз (Холмы Св. Бенедикта)" (Anres) »

11. The Price Of A Mile

Hear the sound of a machinegun
Hear it echo in the night
Mortals firing rains the scene
Scars the fields
that once were green

It's a stalemate at the frontline
where the soldiers rest in mud
roads and houses
all is gone
there is no glory to be won

know that many will suffer
know that many men will die
half a million lives at stake
Ask the fields of Passchendaele

And as the night falls the general calls
and the battle carries on
How long?
What is the purpose of it all
What's the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out

Thousands of machineguns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars placed and wrack the scene
Guns the fields
that once were green

Still a deadlock at the frontline
Where the soldiers die in mud
roads and houses since long gone
still no glory has been won
know that many men has suffered
know that many men has died

Six months of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawl the general call
And the killing carry on
How long?
What's the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile?

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out

Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what's the price of a mile

That's the price of a mile.

Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young mens lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out

перевод: "Плата За Милю" (Anres) »

12. Firestorm

But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never comb back into being
nor can the dead ever be brought back to life

Morning saw an air strike
The sirens scream out loud
Callings on the radio
Of what is coming
Appearing on the radar
A threat from over seas
Flash on the horizon
Casts shadows on the ground

Bringers of destruction
Are ravaging the land
Fury of the bombers
A force to reckon
Sets the world on fire
Then turns to strike again
Flames are burning higher
The bombs keep falling

AA guns are blazing
As the sky is turning red
Bend under a cover
You be quick or be dead

Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn
Death from above

Carpet bombing cities
And grinding them to dust
Abel men and women
Will all be victims
Everyone is out for
The wake of their attack
Bombers show no mercy
Our land in ruins
Homes have turned to rubble
And the airstrike has been approved
Tasting their destruction
Fear the black wings of death

Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn

Nothing remains
Cities in ruins
Return to dust
Over the hills
Rise from the ashes
A strike

AA guns are blazing
As the sky is turning red
Bend under a cover
You be quick or be dead

Burn Burn
Rage of the heavens
Burn Burn
Death from above
Die Die
Merciless killing
Burn Burn
Death from above

перевод: "Огненная Буря" (Anres) »

13. A Secret

(outro)