Doomsday Elite - Marduk

Spearheaded scythe in the heart of Poland

Reaping the west, strict coulters of flame

Vast hecatombs of blood and life-force

Ferociously marching through the Balkans

All barrels pointing towards the east

Death’s head and oak-leaves;

doomsday elite

Toiling through despair and the frozen steppes

White tigers in Kharkov — black hunters ablaze

The eastern skyline again flaming red

Across Russian wastelands with hardened hearts

Blaze of destruction — Caucasian fields

Blood and sunflowers, desperate trail of Kursk

Disarmament march on broken axis ground

Kampfgroups move forward, Zhitomir in flames

Bleeding under cruel suns in Villers-Bocage

Maybach engines roar through the Ardennes

All barrels pointing towards the east

Death’s head and oak-leaves;

doomsday elite

Faith in weapons yet to come

Crises the skeleton key can’t unlock

Faith in victories yet unseen

Spring awakening flares up, reality unfolds

Odyssey of the black praetorians

Asphalt soldiers stuck in obstinate mud

Death’s head ussar’s eternal march

False honor prospersn betrayal stands tall

Aimfully oiling the engine of war

Sowing a wind — harvesting a storm

Faith in weapons yet to come

Crises the skeleton key can’t unlock

Faith in victories yet unseen

Spring awakening flares up, reality unfolds