Marduk Frontschwein 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 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 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 Replacement of blood stock begins 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 Deciduous 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; sweat and decay 6. Between The Wolf-Packs Concrete walls A mountain of silence Beast of prey's perspiration The hangman's chorus echoes forth Where suicide and silence whisper Their sacrosanct promises Keen 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 are 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 sleigh tracks Concrete walls, a mountain of silence Beast of prey's perspiration The hangman's chorus echoes forth Where suicide and silence whisper Their sacrosanct promises Keen smell of station and gray death 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 sleigh 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. six barreled love song Do-gerät - hallowed be thy name ! Nebelwerfer - reveal thy glory On 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 prospers 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 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