Baptised in fire 40:1.
Spirit of Spartans,
Death and glory.
Soldiers of Poland second to none,
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt.
The 8th of September it starts,
The rage of the Reich,
A barrage of mortars and guns,
Stand fast, the bunkers will hold.
The captain has pledged his life,
"I'll face my fate here!"
The sound of artillery strike,
So fierce the thunder of guns.
(later)
Always remember, a fallen soldier,
Always remember, fathers and sons at war.
Always remember, a fallen soldier,
Always remember, buried in history.

There on that day,
Sergeant York entered the fray
Saving the day,
82nd all the way.

And that's when the dead men are marching again.
Osowiec then and again,
Attack of the dead, hundred men.
Facing the lead once again,
Hundred men charge again, die again.

Sent to the islands to secure what is ours,
Marching ashore in the cover of night.
Hide until dawn and attack in the twilight,
Shake them awake with the thunder of guns.
(later)
Back in control, push them further out to sea,
Falklands in our hands, back under British reign.
Push them back further and out from the islands,
Into our fleet that will stop their retreat.
Mark their positions and call in the airforce,
Harriers and Vulcans strikes at our command.

A Christmas on the frontline,
We walk among our friends.
We don't think about tomorrow,
The battle will commence.
When we celebrated Christmas,
We thought about our friends.
Those who never made it home
When the battle had commenced.

Hear carols from the trenches,
We sing O Holy Night,
Our guns laid to rest among snowflakes.
A Christmas in the trenches,
A Christmas on the front far from home.

Is that why we bury our friends?
We were all, we were all, we were all, we were all friends.

Silence, Oh I remember the silence.

3 nations fallen in 6 days of war,
Traitorous neighbours, received as deserved.
Under the sun in the dust of the war,
1 nation standing stronger than before.
First into Egypt and sent them to hell,
Then turned their forces to Jordan.
Climb up the mountains where Syria awaits,
Break them in hours, protect Holy Land.

A shadow moves across the water in pursuit,
It splits the waves, commands the sea and defies the wind.
Instilling fear among its prey, feels naught for itself,
Ahead the sea, lies calm awaiting the storm.
(later)
The North Sea has drawn them near,
The Fleet of the High Seas approach,
A contest of titans commence,
These days will dictate their fate,
The grand fleet prepares their guns,
Unleashed as the Dreadnoughts clash at last.

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.

When freedom burns, the final solution
Dreams fade away and all hope turns to dust.
When millions burn, the curtain has fallen,
Lost to the world as they perish in flames.

They are the Panzer Elite.
Born to compete, never retreat,
(Ghost Division).
Living or dead, always ahead,
Fed by your dread.

Spent the night in formation,
To the battle we marched in the dawn.
We were ready to die for our king,
On the fields of Breitenfeld.
(later)
On September the seventh,
We filled their hearts with fear.
Seven times they attacked on that day,
Seven times they retreated.

Who shall be remembered in the ancient house of war?
All the medals, all those stories
In the alley of the greats.
Celebrated hero
Who has wandered through the dark.
She stands before you,
All that metal shining bright.
(later)
Lied to be respected,
And to change her brother's fate.
Took a bullet, earned her freedom
And a place among the stars.

In the Soviet Union summer 1943
Tanks line up in thousands as far the eye can see.
Ready for the onslaught, ready for the fight,
Waiting for the axis to march into a trap. (later)
Driving back the Germans
Fighting on four fronts.
Hunt them out of Russia,
Out of Soviet land.

The end of the Third Reich draws near,
Its time has come to an end.
The end of an era is here,
It's time to attack!

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 heart,
20,000 strong. (later)
In the shade of morning mist
Advancing on their foe,
Bullets break the silent air,
Wasted battle plan.

From the Finnish lakes,
Into Germany and USA,
All the wars he came across.
Cross of Mannerheim, an Iron Cross,
A Bronze Star, Purple Heart,
One Distinguished Flying Cross.

Ahead, facing the lead,
An army of Swedes, performing God's deeds.
Showing no fear, their judgement is near,
Making their sacrifice.
When the king and his men,
Their enemies sight, prepare for the fight,
Banners held high, ready to die,
Hear how they praise the Lord.

Far beyond their nations' borders,
There's an army on the march.
For religion, king, and glory,
In the name of Christ, their enemies chastise.
Taking orders from the heavens,
Through hostile fire they will march.
Unaffected by the volleys,
Facing death, their faith will keep their fear at bay.
Into battle facing the fire,
Lord, thy will be done.
Into battle walk in a line.
See the white in their eyes, Caroleans are marching on...
Morale and discipline unites them,
A common faith to keep them strong.
Always on their way to heaven,
In the name of Christ, their enemies chastise...

For the grace, for the might of our Lord,
For the home of the holy,
For the faith, for the way of the sword,
Gave their lives so boldly.
For the grace, for the might of our Lord,
In the name of His glory,
For the faith, for the way of the sword,
Come and tell their story again./Come and tell the Swiss Guards' story again.

In the heart of the Holy See,
In the home of Christianity,
The seat of power is in danger.
There's a foe of a thousand swords,
They've been abandoned by their lords,
Their fall from grace will pave their path to damnation.
(later)
Under guard of 42,
Along a secret avenue,
Castel Sant'Angelo is waiting.
They're the guards of the Holy See,
They're the guards of Christianity,
Their path to history is paved with salvation.

Then the 189
In the service of Heaven,
They're protecting the holy line.
It was 1527,
Gave their lives on the steps to Heaven.
Thy will be done!

Never die, shot through the eye,
Never surrender however they try.
How they try, shot through the eye,
He'll never die.

Women, men and children fight,
They were dying side by side.
And the blood they shed upon the streets
Was a sacrifice willingly paid.
(later)
All the streetlights in the city,
Broken many years ago.
Break the curfew, hide in the sewers,
Warsaw, it's time to rise now!

Will this war really end all wars?
Can a war really end all war?
Will this war bring another war?
It's the war that will end all wars.