The wise women said, Once your heart is in battle There is no coming back (Fight for Thor) And before the attack Feel your blood starts to boiling in
You're in for surprise, you're in for a shock In london town streets when there's darkness and fog I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway
Dropped onto a world of ice, a plateau of frozen lakes A nazi place of doom in their sights Trained in camps on scottish heights, to commando saboteurs
In the skies above the isle, Aces in exile prevail From near and far they arrived, joined the force Ready to serve the allied command Sent into training
Country in depression Nation in despair One man seeking reasons everywhere Growing hate and anger The Fuhrer's orders were precise Who was to be blamed
Almost night, a crimson horizon Painting thousand lakes red As your army approach in the east A hunter is switching his prey All alone a man with his
Send them over the waves Our sentinels They report in the news Position of our foes This battlefield?s been choosen, tactically in advance Time to alert
That dawn, envoy arrives Morning of October 28th No day, proven by deed Descendence of Sparta, Athens and Crete! Look north, ready to fight Enemies charge
"Hostile armies may face each other for years, striving for the victory which is decided in a single day."
As a turn of the tide It is our turn to rise The force of a union at war March over the mountains On our way to the north On the road that will lead us
Pulled into war to serve a vision that's supposed to last a thousand years Part of a machine unstoppable, as merciless as tidal waves Were they the victims
Into the motherland The German army march In the Soviet Union summer 1943 Tanks line up in thousands as far the eye can see Ready for the onslaught Ready
"Sun Tzu said: The art of war is of vital importance to the State. It is a matter of life and death, a road either to safety or to ruin."
Fast as the wind, the invasion has begun Shaking the ground with the force of thousand guns First into line of fire, first in to hostile land Tanks leading
Baptised in fire. Forty to one So silent before the storm Awaiting command A few has been chosen to stand As one outnumbered by far The orders from high
Crack of the lightning splitting the ground Thunder is sounding, artilley pounding Wrath of the nazis cast on Bastogne Facing their forces alone ALONE
Rise of nations pride Russians on a route to ruin Kreml is more then certain to win Sent away an army to the west Blizzard reigned the ground were chosen
Engines are running our blood burns like oil. Head one by One down the highway Tires are screaming leave trails on the road, the sirens of Death coming