A gunshot breaks the silence in a once peaceful state,
a rifle round tears through the air, deciding someone’s fate
Battalions march to glory, our standards in the wind,
another fight behind us, and its off to war again

(chorus)
Our heritage is threatened, our homeland is at stake,
Fighting legions of our people are the masters of our fate,
We’ll carry on our campaign, do our duty without fear,
The red army will face the wrath of the Panzer Grenadier

Shells rain in like thunder and set the town ablaze,
we storm another city, attacking through the haze
Stukas fly overhead, they rain death from the sky,
I stare down my rifle at a red about to die,

(chorus)

Sirens wail and bullets hail, the fight is on again,
the enemy caught by surprise, they now turn to defend
One more time we’ll push then back, send them on the run,
until we shoot that final round, until the job is done

(chorus)