War in the North

Honour marched courageous hearts
Through our city streets
Joyous youth corrupt, defiled
By the touch of lethal steel
Boys made men we were sent back
To be our lands elite
To join in battle on foreign soil
To be the chosen few

War is war, nothing more
Violent noise and beating rain
Hot metal screams, torn flesh steams
Blood, mud, fear, pain
War is war, nothing more
By war's swift touch a life lays broken
Pleading eyes leave nothing unspoken
A clutching hand slowly loosens
And when Death shrieks its triumph
A boy man answers
War is war, nothing more
War is war, nothing more
Blood, mud, fear, pain

Some returned, the "Lucky Ones"
To safety, friends, to make amends
To dull the pain, to feel the same
To dull the pain, to feel the same
To dull the pain, to feel the same
To dull the pain, to feel

Christ, Thy name is Panzer!