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