West Wall - Panzer Voran

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