My steel horse,
My pride, my joy.
To battle I ride,
Within your confines.
Safe from most!
But not from all.
Silently sit and wait,
Concealed in earthen embrace.
Await the red enemy,
In lights first glow.
Ahead they break the trees.
"Sie kommen!" Bawls the radio. ( They come!)
Eating up the distance,
The T34's roar forward.
Sparked into action,
We pick our target.
Await the command...
"Um feuer!" Screams the radio. (Fire!")
Eight hidden tanks roar!
88mm turrets, smoke billowing,
Guide their munitions,
A cheer, as seven enemies stop,
Burning, stopped dead.
Yet more do come!
"Vorwarts, schnell!" (Advance quickly!)
Our porsche engines roar to life!
Spurred onwards, into motion.
Search for a new target.
Aquire, stop, aim, fire!
Another enemy burns in flames!
To Hell we introduce them,
A taste of whats to come.
More and more of them fall,
So many, when will they stop?
Alone we have taken twelve!
"Fick!" A King Tiger burns! (Fuck!)
"Voran nach hinter!" (Advance to the rear!)
Three, fick, three Tigers,
Fight a retreat,
Back into Berlin.
We are the last!
Slowly homewards we trek.
Luck finally run out,
Watch as the last King Tigers,
Churn their way to safety.
"Auf Wiederssehen mein Kameraden." (Goodbye my comrades.)
Is our final signal.
Sadly exit our dead war horse.
Touch the red hot steel,
Hold back the tears,
As I feel her searing pain.
Turn and help, my fellows,
Towards our enemy, we march.
Leave her burning carcass behind.
She served us well,
Gave herself, so we could live.
One last look, as she smoulders.
We give one final salute.
Raised hands we greet our captors.
Our war is over...
"Fick der Fuhrer!" (Fuck the Leader.)
Deutschland burns,
For Deutschland, we fought!
Not the Fuhrer!
Wry smile, as the sun sets.
Deutschland will be born again.