Sturmtruppen - Minenwerfer

Raiding the trenches in the dead of the night

Infiltrating quickly under the cold moonlight

Armed with a knife and stielhandgranates

Sabotage the artillery and kill those who man it

Slitting the throats of those who sleep

Dumping the bodies for all to see

Reduce their morale and efficiency

Capture their officers and make them plead

The orange glow of a cigarette

Becomes a sentry taking his final breath

Blood will travel down the wall of the trench

We will bathe in the blood of the French

There is no morning for these men

Nocturnal warriors under the general’s command

We proudly stand among the Kaiser’s elite

For glory, honor, and the enemy at our feet

Sturmtruppen

Sturmtruppen

Sturmtruppen

Fear the elite

Feel the knife lodged deeply in your back

Bleeding out cold from the attack

The winds of death come swiftly this night

As your silhouette comes into sight

Immense pleasure is all I feel

The pride of my nation is all that is real

The mission completed upon the eve of dawn

By morning come we will be gone