West Wall - Peipers Last Stand

I have pledge my oath, I have no regrets
If I was given the choice I'd do it all again
A man lives only once, by the standards he rets
His actions through courage and strength
Will set his legacy in stone
Your day os ascension to the Golden halls
was coming ever so near
You were a survivor of campaigns
No matter the odds, you'd never show fear
No power, no force , no trials or tribunals
could ever change your mind
Branded guilty as a war criminal
when loyalty ws you onlly crime - Peiper's Last Stand
Now your home is your frontline
peace has come to its end - Peiper's Last Stand
The beast never sleeps, you i'll have to fight again - Peipers Last Stand
You'd did with honor, shotgun shells in hand - Peiper's Last Stand
You've lived, you'll die, die a Fighting Man
That day had finally come
you had sent your family away
Your war had not come to an end
you had to face the blazing flames
After the smoke cleared, around your body
lay every sheel spent from your gun
Your war was finally over
the halls of heroes welcomed its son

West Wall - (Man With The) Iron Fist (/GVB)

Lift the gate, prepare for siege
And let the cannonbals fly
No surrender, no terms of truce
We'll fight till the last man dies
you won't step a foot in my castle
My lines is drawn in the sand
And if you to cross tht line
I'll bet you with one good hand
Your cannonball may take by hand

But I don't give a shit
Up your ass! Don't criss the man!
The man with the iron fist!!!!!
Knock me own, blow me apart
You can test my strenght and grit
Up your ass! Don't cross the man!
The man with iron fist!

They call my a robber, they call me a baron
Its all the same to me
I live to quarrel, I live to feud
Knighthood my destiny
Call me a hero, call me a villain
My cours in life is set
Live for adventure, love to fight
In this life I've no regrets
Your cannonball may take my hand

But I don't give a shit
Up your ass! Don't criss the man!
The man with the iron fist!!!!!
Knock me own, blow me apart
You can test my strenght and grit
Up your ass! Don't cross the man!
The man with iron fist!

Call us out, to come out and play
But we don't like to play nice
W're the men in gray, who enjo a fray
And know the meaning of sacrficie
Duty till death, no regrets
The Halls of Heroes know our call
Death and glory have smiled on us
The legion has fought them all
That knightly duty has called to us
We know we've bled with the best
Up your ass!!!! Don't cross the men
The men of the Iron Fist
Our magic number is seventeen
And don't your ever forget
Up your ass, don't cros the men
The men of the Iron Fist

West Wall - Titans March

Feel the cold winds upon your face, the frozen winds of war
East meets west, the clash is imminent
Every inch of ground is contested for
Danger lucks in every shadow, don't make a sound
Don't dare to close your eyes
The reapers scythe is wet and warm
come harvest time, His soil feeds on human life

Look to the sky where iron eagles fly
The birds of prey are hungting again
Mechanized predators roam the countryside
Against a supply that has no end
The Titans march to the beat of their heart
The bugle sounds the reveille
The kettle drums pound the call to war
Unleash Hell, and Vanquish the enemy

Adrenaline takes control
your fatigue is only a frame of mind
You have to stay awake and alert
you have to fight to stay alive
This earth swallows men
It digests on cowards and heroes alike
You are one of many, a stone in a sea
be prepare to give your life
Feel the cold winds Upon your face 2x
Feel the cold winds The frozen winds of war

West Wall - Bloody road to Kharkov

Forward Grenadiers into the storm
From ths baptims of fire you were born
Your braver exceeds boundaries so unknown
Your wounds so deep, down to the bone
Dawn the soil, so thirsty for blood
So many souls lay fallen in this deadly mud
Yet we trudge on, our homes to our back
For the heartbeat of Europe our waves attack
Attack 4x

Bloody road to Kharkov, so grim and so gray
Will we live to fight, yet another day

The shells of armor lay rusted in the lains
The soil of this frozen hell will forever remain stained
Bloody Road to Kharkov!!!
Keep pushing onward, despite the pain
Amidst the thunder, and shells falling like rain
Objective given, no rest till its complete
We will hand Stalin the hand of defeat
Hand of defeat 4x

West Wall - The many rives I've crossed

Over the Mosel, Over the Seine, Over the Marne
Storming past the Maginot Line
Over the Lippe, Over the Claine, Over the Vienne
So much ground we have gained

Through summers' heat and winters' frost
We trudged on and the bore the cost
Past the fields of comrades lost
And Over the Many rivers, I've crossed

Over the Rhine, Over the Spree, Over the Elbe
We go east into uncertainty
Over the Oder, OVer the Bug, Over the Vistula
Victories fuelded by our blood
Over the Volga, Over the Don, Over the Dnieper
Our columns keep marching on
Over those cold waters
into thoze frozen plains
over destroyed bridges
Where artillery shells fall like rain

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