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