Soldier with no will to kill
With a fear of shopping carts.

The land comes from nothing at all.

Immortals will rise over time

Filled by the fear in the dead end of his eyes.

Filled by the fear in the dead end of his eyes.

Woah oh oh, woah oh oh oh, etc...

(You're in the sniper's sight)
Sniper's sight,
(You're his first kill tonight)
First kill tonight,
(Say goodbye, say goodbye),br> Say goodbye.
(Hundreds will fall by his gun)
(You're in the sniper's sight)
Sniper's sight,
(You're his first kill tonight)
First kill tonight,
(Say goodbye, say goodbye)
Say goodbye.
(White death is coming for you.)

Time has worn the soldiers down,
Marched for many miles.
In the eastern lands so cursed,
Time to make a stand.
Tsar has scorched his nation's land,
Nothing to be found.
Hunger grasps the soldiers' hearts,
20,000 strong.
Listen, excuse for a king,
Trust me, this fight you can't win.
(Poltava),
Rode to certain death and pain.
(Poltava),
Swedish soldiers met their Bane.
(Poltava),
Sacrificed their lives in vain,
Poltava.
In the shade of morning mist,
Advancing on their foe.
Bullets break the silent air,
Wasted battle plan.
Swedish forces stand alone,
King has left command.
Rule is left to lesser men,
Waiting for their chance.
Listen, obey my command,
Hear me, or die by my hand...
Russian armies blocked their way,
20,000 lost that day.
They bled the ground,
Peace they found.
There's no sign of victory,
King Carolus had to flee
And leave the land,
Leave command.
Madness, curse your feeble horde,
Fear me, you'll die by my sword...

From the south to the front into No-Man's Land,
From a farm to the end of the road.
Son of France, he's the first on the frontline
Coming home,
Coming home,
Let his story be known.

Always ahead as the blitzkrieg rages on,
Breaking morale with the sound of blazing guns.

Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide,
300 years still no-one knows, the secret remains.

[Rough translation] A new time is approaching, this time is coming to an end.
All of Stockholm see me crowned,
Cannons fire salute.
No oath taken, no oath I swear.
The crown does not come from the church,
It came directly from God.
Over the Nordics I rule
With the inheritance that I was given...
The art of war I master,
Let my name spread terror...
Everything I see, want more, who could stop me?
The whole of Europe shall bow for my army
What is yours shall be mine when I slay you
My will be done!

Genocide?
Who will drag me to court?
There's no crime if you do not get caught
I am the law

Fast as the wind the invasion has begun,
Shaking the ground with the force of (a) thousand guns.
First in the line of fire, first into hostile land,
Tanks leading the way, leading the way.
Charging the lines with the force of a furious storm,
Fast as the lightning, phantoms swarm.
Two-hundred miles at nightfall, taken within a day,
Thus earning the name, earning the fame.
They are the Panzer Elite.
Born to compete, never retreat,
(Ghost Division).
Living or dead, always ahead,
Fed by your dread.
Always ahead as the blitzkrieg rages on,
Breaking morale with the sound of blazing guns...
Leaving a trail of destruction through a foreign land (Waging war with conviction)
Massive assault live to serve the nazi plan (Wehrmachts' pride, ghost division).
Communications broken, Phantoms too far away,
Thus earning the name, earning the fame...
Pushing the frontline forth with a tremendous force (Far ahead, breaks resistance),
Breaching the way for panzer corps (Show no fear, self-subsistent)...

Dropped from Enola, a city erased, threat of the future displayed
A power unheard of a power unseen
Flash out of nowhere, the sky is burning
At 8:16 AM, Tokyo control realized something was wrong
Reports of explosions, destruction and pain
Air raid from hell, city gone in a blaze.
August in black, B-29's coming back.
Prepare for nuclear attack
Warned but did not heed
Prepare for nuclear attack
Extermination
Strike back
Chose not to believe
Another nuclear attack.
From the southeast came the second attack, threat of tomorrow unveiled
11:02 on the 9th of August
Over the valley, like ball lightning
The bomb detonates and the land turns to waste, barren for decades to come The factories burning, the steelworks destroyed
Surrender your war, else you’ll perish in flames.
Second attack, B-29's turning back.

A million grenades has been launched...
(later) Millions of lives has been lost.

And on the battlefield they're dying,
And on the fields, the crops are grown.

The spirit of resistance and the madness of the war.
So go ahead, face the lead, join the dead,
Though you die, where you lie, never asking why.

Facing the lead once again.

Gloria fortis miles, the Wehrmacht's closing in!
Adversor et admorsus, the Boar against the Eagle!

Call out his name, Rote Kampfflieger.

As the drum roll started on that day,
Heard a hundred miles away,
A million shells were fired,
And the green fields turned to grey.
The bombardment lasted all day long,
Yet the forts were standing strong.
Heavily defended,
Now the trap's been sprung and the battle's begun.
Descend into darkness,
303 days below the sun.
Fields of Verdun,
And the battle has begun.
Nowhere to run,
Father and son
Fall one by one
Under the gun.
Thy will be done,
And the judgement has begun.
Nowhere to run,
Father and son
Fall one by one,
Fields of Verdun.
Though a million shells have scarred the land,
No-one has the upper hand.
From the ground above to trenches,
Where the soldiers make their stand.
As the trenches slowly turn to mud
And then quickly start to flood,
Death awaits in every corner,
As they die in the mud, fill the trenches with blood...
(later) Fields of execution
Turned to wasteland from the grass.
Thou shalt go no further,
It was said, "They shall not pass!"
The spirit of resistance
And the madness of the war,
So go ahead,
Face the lead,
Join the dead.
Though you die
Where you lie,
Never asking why...