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 keep falling
Armored count, breathing smoke and sparks
Pushing through trackless swamps

Panzergraf, marauders of breath
Spewing red-hot death
Panzergraf, 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