Frontschwein - Marduk

Howling fury, reap the sky — pale winds of death unleashed

Storm of iron — gale of steel;

erupting demon fist

In praise of death we celebrate the hunger for the kill

Into pandemonium — stench of scorched flesh

Boiled blood, charred bones

All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings

Cracked horizon, bleeding ground, cold ruin branches out

Falling into livid dust — prophets of steel arise

Warbound !

Frontschwein !

back to the panther line

Willingly triumphing in eternal death, decay, ruin

— yet the only victory belongs unto the flies

Armored count — wood-splinters swirling

Red pawns keeps falling

Armored count — breathing smoke and sparks

Once again falling down

Fastsack, westsack — cognac infused attack

Barrage after barrage, torn apart like paper sacks

Machine guns preaching, engines roar — merciful faith no more

Into pandemonium — stench of scorched flesh, broiled skin, burnt hair

All heaven exult as destruction spreads its wings

Death — decay — ruin

— yet the only victory belongs unto the flies