As you run through the pain…
You can hear them screaming (bleeding)
Now the bullets rain as if from the storm…
Put your axe to the grind…
Watch them die as they fight…
Can you hear them crying (dying)
See the banners fall into defeated scorn…
Hail to the lords of war…
Bow to the church of war…
Bow to the Iron Cross…
Hail to the lords of war…
Bow to the church of war…
Bow to the Iron Cross…
Hail to the lords of war…
Bow to the church of war…
Bow to the Iron Cross…
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