War in the North - Panzerchrist

Honour marched courageous hearts

Through our city streets

Joyous youth corrupt, defiled

By the touch of lethal steel

Boys made men we were sent back then

To be our lands elite

To join in battle on foreign soil

To be the chosen few

War is War;

nothing more

Violent noise and beating rain

Hot metal screams, torn flesh steams

Blood, mud, fear, pain;

War is War;

nothing more

By war’s swift touch a life lays broken

Pleading eyes leave nothing unspoken

A clutching hand slowly loosens

And when Death shrieks its triumph

A boy man answers

War is War;

nothing more

Some returned, the «Lucky Ones»

To safety, friends, to make amends

To dull the pain — to feel the same

To give mother’s the lie to light pride’s flame

«He died for us all, no fear — no pain.»

Christ!

Thy Name is Panzer!