Sent to the islands to secure what is ours. Marching ashore in the cover of night. Hide until dawn and attack in the twilight. Shake them awake with the thunder of guns.
Attero!. Dominatus!. Berlin is burning. Denique!. Interimo!. The Reich has fallen!. . We stand at the gates of Berlin. With two and a half million men.
Sent to kill, to watch no man's land. Snipers are moving unseen. Fight for land, to lose it again. Shrapnel is filling the air. . Hell on earth, the trenches mean death, better keep your head down low.
Baptised in fire, forty to one!. . So silent before the storm. Awaiting command. A few has been chosen to stand. As one outnumbered by far. . The orders from high command:.
Baptised in fire.. Forty to one. . So silent before the storm. Awaiting command. A few has been chosen to stand. As one outnumbered by far. The orders from high command.
While Europe speak of peace, all other battles cease. There's a man who aims for more than he can reach. Blood,. All over. Prague. On fire. Burn. All of Bohemia set ablaze.