Countless soldiers, false retreat,
The plans are set in motion.
Lure them in with marching feet,
Destroy them with devotion.
Fairies race like fireflies
Towards their destination.
Rocket ride to crimson skies
To end this confrontation.
Spearhead of the Blitzkrieg's might,
They're flying fast and steady.
Gaining speed and gaining height,
The door knockers are ready.
Breaking through the wall of sound,
The hydrogen is blazing.
This will be the final round,
The fatherland they're praising.
Notch and dive, surprise attack,
Like arrows they are moving.
Forward men! To hell and back!
Their spirit they are proving.
Kill the foe or end up dead,
No other options given.
Taking the Republic's head,
By iron grit they're driven.
Finally the day has come,
Our best and finest hour.
Shells are raining, bullets drum,
We'll crush them with our power.
Open fire, no retreat!
Behind the lines of battle
They can hear the cannon's beat
And men who die like cattle.
Storm their bunkers, take a hold,