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...

Long ago in eastern Prussia,
Young men with great ambitions rise.
So who can tell me who can say for sure
Which one will win the Nobel Prize?
It was a golden age for science,
The Kaiserreich would hold the key.
And as the conflict came and tensions rose
The manifest of the '93.
Haber-Bosch, the great alliance,
Where's the contradiction?
Fed the world by ways of science,
Sinner or a saint?
Father of toxic gas and chemical warfare,
His dark creation has been revealed.
Flow over no man's land, a poisonous nightmare,
A deadly mist on the battlefield.
"Perversions of ideals of science",
Lost words of alienated wife.
And in the trenches of the western front,
Unknowing soldiers pay the price.
And on the battlefield they're dying,
And on the fields the crops are grown.
So who can tell us what is right or wrong,
Maths or morality alone?...
(later) During times when there's peace he belonged to the world,
During times when there's war he belonged to his place of birth.
Where will this lead?
What's coming next from your inventions?
We wonder where
Where does it end?
Who can foresee,
See what will be?

A cry for help in time of need, await relief from holy league,
60 days of siege, outnumbered and weak.
Sent a message to the sky, wounded soldiers left to die,
Will they hold the wall or will the city fall?
Dedication, dedication,
They're outnumbered 15 to one,
And the battle's begun...
Then the winged hussars arrived!
Coming down the mountainside!
Then the winged hussars arrived!
Coming down, they turned the tide!
As the days are passing by and as the dead are piling high,
No escape and no salvation.
Trenches to explosive halls are buried deep beneath the walls,
Plant the charges there and watch the city fear.
Desperation, desperation,
It's a desperate race against the mine,
And a race against time...
(later) Cannonballs are coming down from the sky.
Janissaries, are you ready to die?
We will seek our vengeance eye for an eye.
You'll be stopped upon the steps of our gate.
On this field, you're only facing our hate,
But back home, the sultan's sealing your fate.
We remember in September,
That's the night Vienna was freed,
We made the enemy bleed!
Storm clouds, fire and steel,
Death from above, make their enemy kneel.
Shining armour and wings,
Death from above, it's an army of kings.
We remember in September
When the winged hussars arrived.

Standing in the line of fire,
32 will lead the way.
Coming over trench and wire,
Going through the endless grey.
A desolate wasteland,
Infernal depiction of hell.
The birth of a new way,
September 15, 1916.
The first wave approaches,
At Flers-Courcelette.
Through fire and brimstone,
Breaking away, coming your way...
Standing in the line of fire,
Moving on through the fray,
Coming over trench and wire,
Live to fight another day.
The spell has been broken,
A new way to wage war has come.
The future of warfare,
For all to be seen, 1918.
The new world approaches,
Villers-Bretonneux.
Mechanized warfare,
Breaking away, coming your way...

Over hundred years ago since we first rode into fire,
The rulers of the battlefield, rolling over trench and wire.
Into battle, no retreat, roll out, for our foes we spell disaster,
In the footsteps of Montgomery, Patton followed, we came after.
Flers–Courcelette showed the way.
Evolution leading to
El-Alamein until today,
We're the first ones into the fray.
Steel Commanders!
(Rule the battlefield)
Spearhead Flanders!
(Tankers leading the)
Storm of panzers!
(Battle calling the)
Steel Commanders!
From the Mark 1's introduction to the beast known as the Leopard,
With our Chieftains and Centurions, our frontline has been tempered.
From the fields of Prokhorovka to the shores of Overlord,
The beginning of the victory, Shermans rolling on to Sword...

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)...

Kickstart fighter launch,
Throttle set to full.
Speed king, race to win,
Afterburners roaring.
Ghostlike counterstrike,
Takes them by surprise.
Score 307, Jordan attack,
Israel crush that.
Futile attempt,
Control Jerusalem.
Drive back surprise attack,
Take the Western Wall.
Next day make them pay
Over River Jordan.
Syria last in line,
Head for Golan Heights.
Strike without a warning,
See the Syria forces falling.
Syria attacked,
Israel crushed their
Lines of defence,
Ruling the Golan Heights.
6 days of fire, 1 day of rest,
June '67 taught them respect,
Control Jerusalem.
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.

"For decades, the Austro-Hungarian Empire had been a powerful influence in the heart of Europe.
Resting on a legacy, their house kept stability, order and peace,
But not everyone bowed to this power.
In the summer of 1914,
The Archduke Franz Ferdinand of the empire is visiting Sarajevo,
Unaware of the assassins awaiting him, and what will come.
Two shots are fired, and the Archduke is dead.
The Empire cannot let this go unpunished,
And the first declaration of war is made."
From a shot that would change the world,
Tensions rise and a war is unfurled.
Nothing like what had come before,
It's the war that will end all war...
"Chaos and shockwaves spread from the Balkans across the globe.
Alliances are put to the test, threats exchanged,
And armies are put on high alert.
In the East, the Russian Tsar is trying to calm the situation with his cousin, the Kaiser of Germany.
But it is all in vain, the situation is out of control.
War is unavoidable..."
"The Battle of the Frontiers starts in August.
As soldiers cross borders and bullets are fired in rage,
War begins."

"For decades, the Austro-Hungarian Empire had been a powerful influence in the heart of Europe.
Resting on a legacy, their house kept stability, order and peace,
But not everyone bowed to this power.
In the summer of 1914,
The Archduke Franz Ferdinand of the empire is visiting Sarajevo,
Unaware of the assassins awaiting him, and what will come.
Two shots are fired, and the Archduke is dead.
The Empire cannot let this go unpunished,
And the first declaration of war is made."
From a shot that would change the world,
Tensions rise and a war is unfurled.
Nothing like what had come before,
It's the war that will end all war...
"Chaos and shockwaves spread from the Balkans across the globe.
Alliances are put to the test, threats exchanged,
And armies are put on high alert.
In the East, the Russian Tsar is trying to calm the situation with his cousin, the Kaiser of Germany.
But it is all in vain, the situation is out of control.
War is unavoidable..."
"The Battle of the Frontiers starts in August.
As soldiers cross borders and bullets are fired in rage,
War begins."

"Gas, the ultimate weapon of cruelty, a highly delivery system of a slow and painful death.
This time, a fortress and it's few defenders would suffer its horrible consequences.
Out of the poisonous cloud came an army of men who should already have been dead."
Turmoil at the front,
Wilhelm's forces on the hunt.
There's a thunder in the east,
It's an attack of the deceased.
They've been facing poison gas,
7,000 charge en-masse.
Turn the tide of the attack,
And force the enemy to turn back.
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...
Two combatants spar,
Hindenburg against the Tsar.
Move in 12 battalions large
Into a Russian counter-charge.
They'll be fighting for their lives
As their enemy revives.
Russians won't surrender, no,
Striking fear into their foe.
And that's when the dead men are marching again...