West Wall - Panzer Voran

Built to grind, these wheels roll
One the fields where iron crosses grow
Lead my my chariot to promised lands
Let them be conquered by our hands
Rolling, crushing, slashing, smashing
On all pistons we continue thrashing
Through the mud, through the snow
Over the rivers, to the front we go
These threads keep rolling on
Barrels forward, Panzer Voran
Be it sand, be it snow
Against for round, to the lasw man
We are a legion of the damned
Our skin like leather, our heart like steel
We are but a cog in tthe wheel
Death is welcome, you are too
Glory awaits us, the chosen few
These threas keep rolling on
Barrels forward, Panzer Voran
On all pistons we continue thrashing
Through the mud, through the snow
Over the rivers, to the front we go
Our skin like leather, our hearts like steel
We are but a cog in the wheel Death is welcome, you are too
Glory awaits us, the chosen few