1. PRELUDE TO THE FRONTLINE

(Instrumental)


2. IRON CROSS

1915 Battlefield, among the Western Front
A noble sign of my kingdom hangs from my uniform
Covered in blood and dirt, its brilliance still shines bright
A symbol of pride for my to duty to the Fatherland

The shrapnel, the wire, the decay of flesh
Have all become my world
The smoke has thickened in the air
I can’t tell if it’s day or night

I quickly reload my Gewehr
And prepare for a second wave
I hold my medal silently
Fear the Iron Cross

First Class, Iron Cross
Pride, Honor, Prestige
First Class, Iron Cross
Death, Pain, Suffering
First Class, Iron Cross
Pride, Honor, Prestige
First Class, Iron Cross
Warrior supreme

Soldiers race upon the scarred land
As the thick gas fills their lungs
Another taste of battle
Is what I love the most

I know death is near
And openly welcomes me
I do not wish to go yet
I haven’t killed enough enemies

Now that the shrapnel has pierced my gut
I am quite satisfied
I have served my Fatherland
Bury me with my Iron Cross


3. THE KAISER

German Emperor, King of Prussia
Supreme warlord
Feel the might of my Empire
Conquering this continent
Death will come upon swift wings
If you defy me
We will be a world power
And war will reign forever more

DIE

Do not provoke this wrath of mine
My armies march with great haste
Military war march, pain and death
Music to my ears
Fly my flag, my Iron Cross, or be shown no mercy
The Second Reich will never fall
We will reign supreme

Kaiser Reich

I am the Kaiser, there will be no peace
I am the reaper; I will take your soul
I am the warlord, the ultimate commander
I am the leader of a new age

I am the Kaiser, there will be no peace
I am the reaper; I will take your soul
I am the warlord, the ultimate commander
And I command you to die


4. INTO THE TRENCHES

Into the trenches, the blood filled trenches
Where rotten bodies lay which rats feed upon
The lack of sleep, the lack of ammunition
The ultimate warfare, lay waste to everything

You will die

My skin starts to bubble from the mustard gas
My eyes turn white from the loss of blood
My lungs close from the thick smoke
My ears are deafened from the mortar shell
My nerves are dead, I can feel nothing
My heart stops beating as death approaches
My life taken by stray bullet
My bones crushed by the tank treads

Into the trenches, the blood filled trenches
Where territory is lost, and territory is gained
Just below no man’s land, just above the grave
The ultimate warfare, the ultimate death

Pray for your death, no one can save you
Pray for your death, but God can’t hear you
Pray for your death, no one can help you
Pray for your death, you’re going to hell


5. VOMIT IN MY GASMASK

Through the glass eyes of my gasmask
I’ve seen horrors you’ll never see
Soldiers mangled in barbed wire
And others suffocating on chlorine
Comrades of mine, melting in fire
The trench I’m in, covered in blood
A man looking for his missing arm
Another man dying in the mud
I can’t take the sight
I can’t take the smell
I vomit in my gasmask
At the sight of those who fell
Outside my mask, colorless, odorless
Phosgene gas flows all around me
I choke on the stinging vomit in my throat
I start to suffocate internally

Oh sweet death take me
I have no choice
Any decision I make
Leads me to you

No matter what I do
Death greets me swift and cold
If I remove the mask
My lungs will collapse and fold
I take off my mask so I can breathe
And inhale toxic fumes
Asphyxiation takes place now
This is it at last
I put the mask back on my face
So no one can see my pain
Even though I’m dying in battle
In this cloud of acidic rain
With my final gasp of air
I leave this world behind
This is a glorious battle
I knew I’d die in just this kind


6. IMPERIAL WARMACH

March my soldiers, march to battle
Take the Rhineland, Schlieffen Plan
Follow my orders, follow them quickly
The empire has never been stronger

My strategy, flawless
My generals, elite
There is no failure
We can not be beat

War
Warmarch

Domination is the plan
First the West then the East
Slaughter them, no mercy is given
If they cannot see

Imperialistic society
Is our way of life
Set fire to their lands
If they do not bow to us

War
Warmarch


7. MASSACRE (BATHORY COVER)

Down the vast hills in morning mist cold
Into the peaceful deep valley below.
Twothousand stallions foaming with hate
Carrying their masters towards their fate
Into the battle they ride
Twothousand men too young to die.
Massacre......

Coming from each side prepared for attack
Covered in dustclouds now there is no turning back
Once so peaceful valley echoes with cries
Cascades of blood and brains as the midday sun rise
Under a bloodred sky
None will live to face the night
Massacre......

Amidst the scattered limbs dead bodies finally comes to peace
While the stench of blood grows strong in the mild midday breeze
Circling the sky the vultures wait to play their part
To descend of wings of death and feast from human hearts
The battle is lost still someone always wins
And now they descend on death's black wings
Massacre