1. ROLL OUT

This is my world, this is my Holy war
Word is no more, and all I hear is roar
My will is strong, I am in fire glow
The armor-clad machine, I head for what I need
I am the type with fire in the skies
This land is mine, attack is on my mind
I roar and shine, I'm rushing into fight
I leave my severe home; I roll out on my own

I am the law, I am the Iron Claw
I see my world, it is black and white I know
I beat my track with fire and the sword
In battlefield my home, I die where I was born
I am the thing, the real war machine
Steel is my skin, the battle in dream
I beat my track, It is only way to win
The only way I know, the never ending war

Roll out
Roll out
Roll out
Roll out


2. THE FIELD OF THE DEAD

We shall go across the snowbound field
We shall go above the field of death
We shall search for the valiant warriors there
Those who died for you, those who died for us

One lies lifeless, where sabres mangled him
Here lies one impaled with an arrow shaft
From their wounds hot red blood like the rain was shed
On our native soil, on the ancient fields

He who fell for homeland in noble death
Shall be blest by friends stood still side by side
And to him, brave man, who remained alive
We shall be the faithful friends, brothers in arms

We shall not assess the rich armor
Golden charm in battle does not mean anything
We shall eulogize the valiant men
Hark, ye warriors brave, lionhearted men