Infernal machinegun fire Nocturnal winter dire The Stalinorgan plays A hellish serenade Human remains lie scattered All that’s left of my brothers A darkened sky decends The hail of steel prevails
Iron Cross – Posthumous
Hear the sound Incoming shell Feel the steel My fate is sealed
My blood is shed Christ has fled Feel the pain See the stain
God is dead For whom I bled Satan’s real He’ll cut me a deal
I grind my teeth Get on my feet
A clenched fist of putrid stench The corpses have ripened nicely The eerie sound of tanks Drawing nearer on my flank Your God isn’t here today Satan has come to stay Pick carefully the side Of which you choose to fight
Iron Cross – Posthumous
I slip and slide No way to hide I run towards The awaiting hordes
My path is stained With human remains Path of entrails I’m already dead
The honour’s mine I stood my ground I didn’t give in To anything
Ragnarok Valhalla is my destiny I found my soul In Odin’s hall.
