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.
No, no, no!

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.

So silent before the storm,
Awaiting command.
A few has been chosen to stand,
As one outnumbered by far.
The orders from high command:
Fight back, hold your ground!
In early September it came,
A war unknown to the world.

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

In the skies above the isle,
Aces In Exile prevail!
From near and far they arrived,
Joined the force,
Ready to serve the Allies command.
Sent into training,
Though they already earned their wings,
They were ready to fly,
They were fit for the fight.
Once in the air,
The battle begins.
They've proven their worth,
Now they fight for revenge.
Fighter pilots in exile fly over foreign land,
Let their story be heard, tell of 303.
Fighter pilots of Poland in the Battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle.
Even at night,
Shadows cover the ground,
And the fighting goes on from dusk till dawn.
With the claw of the Reich,
With the claw of the Eagle,
(later) Up in the air,
The battle goes on.
They have proven their worth,
Now they have their revenge...
(later) Men from Czechoslovakia in the Battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle...
(later) It echoes in history,
Turning the tides in the heavens above...
(later) Fighter pilots of Canada in the Battle of Britain,
Guarding the skies of the isle...
(later) In all of history, never before
Was more owed to so few.
Fighter pilots in exile!

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.

He was made to rule the waves across the seven seas,
To lead the war machine,
To rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine.
The terror of the seas,
The Bismarck and the Kriegsmarine.

Into formation, the hunt has begun,
Death and damnation, the fleet is coming.
(later)
At the bottom of the ocean, the depths of the abyss,
They are bound by iron and blood.
The flagship of the navy, the terror of the seas,
His guns have gone silent at last.

All embrace me,
It’s my time to rule at last,
Fifteen years have I been waiting to sit upon my throne.
No allegiance,
I will swear no oath,
Crowned by God, not by the church,
As my power is divine...
(a couple lines later) Born to rule,
My time has come...
(later) Proved in battle,
Led my men to victory,
No man alive or dead commands me,
I answer to the Lord.
Hear my orders,
Question me and die!
What I say was [said/set] in heaven,
And so it shall be done...
(a couple lines later) Born to rule,
My time is now.

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.

And the snow fell,
Voices sang to me from No Man's land,
We are all, we are all, we are all, we are all friends.

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.

Haber-Bosch, the great alliance,
Where's the contradiction?
Fed the world by ways of science,
Sinner or a saint?

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.

Fire at will,
Aim for their cannons.
Counter attack,
Thunder of guns.

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.

And feet by feet,
We pay the price of a mile here.
Though men are falling,
We see heroes rise.
We face the heat,
As we are fighting until the dawn.
So follow me,
And we will write our own history.

Where dead men lies, I'm paralyzed, my brother's eyes are gone,
And he shall be buried here, nameless marks his grave.
Mother home, get a telegram and shed a tear of grief,
Mud and blood, in foreign land, trying to understand.
(later) I'm standing here, I'm full of fear, with bodies at my feet,br> Over there in the other trench, bullets wear my name.
Lead ahead as the captain said, and show them no remorse
Who am I to understand what have I become?

Where is this greatness I've been told?
This is the lies that we've been sold.
Is this a worthy sacrifice?
(later) I do my duties, pay the price,
I'll do the worthy sacrifice,
I know my deeds are not in vain.

Inmate in hell or a hero imprisoned?
Soldier in Auschwitz, who knows his name?
Locked in a cell, waging war from the prison,
Hiding in Auschwitz, who hides behind 4859?

Sent to a prison where the heroes are judged as traitors,
Accused of treason by his own.
Sentenced by countrymen under pressure of foreign influence,
Men he once fought to free.

The dawn of century, a boy born by a lake,
Resettled from Karelia’s plains.
Grown to a man in exile as the Great War came,
Unleashed a shadow on his world...
(later) Outside help never came, decided to break free
The end of April '43.
Join the uprising, fight on the streets while hiding his rank,
Takes command, all while serving his country in need.

Don't fear the reaper,
Don't fear the war,
She spared the life of brothers.
She'll fight for honour,
She'll fight for life,
A lady goes to war.

Sacrifice, she took her brother's place,
War to war, a place where she belongs.

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.

Beneath the starlight of the heavens,
Unlikely heroes in the skies.
(Witches to attack, witches coming back)
As they appear on the horizon,
The wind will whisper when the Night Witches come.

You can’t hide, you can’t move, just abide,
Their attack’s been proved.

Fly, fighting fair,
It’s the code of the air.
Brothers, heroes, foes.

From down below, an enemy spotted,,br> So hurry up, rearm and refuel.
But through the bomber’s damaged airframe,
See wounded men, scared to their bone.
Look to the right and then look again,
And see the enemy in the eye.
No bullets fly, spared by his mercy,
Escorted out, out of harm's way.
(later) He risked his life two times that day
To save an unknown enemy.
Escort to safety, out of the killzone,
A short salute, then departed.

Killing machine,
Honour in the skies.
B17,
Flying home.
Killing machine,
Said goodbye to the cross he deserved.

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.

In the dawn, they will pay
With their lives as the price!
History's written today!
In this burning inferno, know that nothing remains,
As our forces advance on the beach.
Aiming for Heaven, though serving in Hell,
Victory's ours,
Their forces will fall!
Through the gates of Hell, as we make our way to Heaven,
Through the Nazi lines,
Primo Victoria!
On the 6th of June,
On the shores of western Europe, 1944,
D-Day upon us!

We've been here before, used to this kind of war,
Crossfire grinds through the sand.
Our orders were easy - it's "kill or be killed!"
Blood on both sides will be spilled!

We've been training for years, now we're ready to strike,
As the great operation begins.
We're the first waves on shore, we're the first ones to fall,
Yet soldiers have fallen before.

All alone!
Stand alone!

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

The war is all around!
All around!

War is coming swiftly,
The border's closing in.
We're a company of soldiers Mere forty rifles strong!
(later)
Ardenner ground is burning,
And Rommel is at hand.
As the Blitzkrieg's pushing harder,
The war is all around!
(later)
No matter our fighting,
Their numbers will still count.
We're outgunned and few in numbers,
We're doomed to flag or fail!
(later)
But when captured by the Axis
And forced to tell the truth,
We will tell them with a smile,
We'll surprise them with a laugh!

We are all!
We were all!

Sent from the skies jumped into the unknown,
The march to Berlin has begun.
Spearhead the charge surrounded by foes,
Eagles are leading the way.
France is still under enemy rule,
Push Axis retreat.
(later)
Dig your own foxholes or dig your own grave,
The storm is about to begin.
The siege has begun, there's nowhere to run,
Panzerkampfwagen emerge.
Tanks and mortars are shaking the ground,
Prey of man and machine.
(later)
There's no surrender, there's no retreat, the Wehrmacht is drawing near,
There's no reinforcements, they're fighting all alone.
(later)
Sent from the skies, ended up in Bastogne,
As Easy, as hard as they get.
Nazi command request and demand,
Offer surrender declined...

Lead the charge,
A raider has entered the battlefield.
Sabotage,
The game is about to unfold.
(later) Lead the charge,
Tafilah, Medina, Damascus calls.
Sabotage,
Demolish the bridges to dust.

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.

Shout Lauri Törni’s name,
A soldier of 3 armies knows the game,
Deeds that echo from the past.
Rise from beyond your grave,
Son of Finland and a green beret.
May you rest in peace at last,
Lauri Allan Törni.

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...

Before the war, he wanted more
And ran away from home,
The War to End All Wars had called his name.
Outcast, an unlikely soldier
Barely worth his uniform,
Emerging as a devil dressed in blue.
(later) Glorious, victorious,
Protector of the tomb,
Memories of his deeds, the cross of war.
He's a decorated soldier,
He's the pride of the uniform,
Echoes from the past his story told.

Being the lone survivor at the trenches in Alsace,
One man holds the line.

A desolate wasteland,
Infernal depiction of hell.
The birth of a new way,
September 15, 1916.
(later)
The spell has been broken,
A new way to wage war has come.
The future of warfare,
For all to be seen, 1918.

Breaking away, coming your way.

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!

A storm over Europe unleashed,
Dawn of war, a trail of destruction.
The power of Rome won't prevail,
See the Catholics shiver and shake.
The future of warfare unveiled
Showed the way that we still walk today.
Der Löwe aus Mitternacht comes,
Once more, he is here for war.

A time of religion and war,
Legends tell the tale of a lion.
This beast in the shape of a man,
With a dream to rule sea and land.
And all those who stand in his way
Die by God and victorious arms.
With the righteous that follows him south,
Once more, set ashore, to war!

Legends have taught,
Battles fought,
This lion has no fear at heart.

Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army on the march,
Long way from home, paying the price in young men's lives.
Thousands of feet march to the beat, it's an army in despair,
Knee-deep in mud, stuck in [a/the] trench with no way out.

From the frozen north they came,
Fought for founding father's claim,
It was then, their tale began...
(later) Wherever he goes,
Near or far, they are close,
For the King of Sweden, they lay down their lives...
Sworn protectors of the throne,
Royal doctrine set in stone,
For the crown, you shall give your life...
(later) And if one shall fall,
Yet another heeds the call,
For King and for country, they lay down their lives.

Marching across the Belt,
Crushing blow at Narva dealt,
Livgardet, our royal guard.

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

Save the day, he'll never stray,
Facing the foes that are coming his way.
Come his way, he'll never stray,
Saving the day.

Bright, a white light.
If there be any glory in war,
Let it rest on men like him
Who went to hell and came back/Dead men will never come back.

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.

Almost night, a crimson horizon
Painting thousand lakes red.
As your army approach in the east,
A hunter is switching his prey.
All alone, a man with his gun
Wanders into the wild.
Tracks you down, you cannot hide,
Once he's onto your trail.
Enter the night, a flash in the darkness,
White Death is heading your way.
The fear of his foes, a hero at home,
Hundreds will fall by his gun...
(later) After the dawn when morning is broken,
Snow once white turned to red.
Blood-red snow tells what happened last night,
A tale of a sniper is born.
Snow in mouth hiding his breath,
He is steady at hand.
Eye to eye target in sight,
The moment to fire has come.

Plant the charges there and watch the city fear.