Honour marched courageous hearts
Through our city streets
Joyous youth corrupt, defiled,
By the touch of lethal steel
Boys made men we were sent back then,
To be our lands elite
To join in battle on foreign soil
To be the chosen few
War is War; nothing more
Violent noise and beating rain,
Hot metal screams, torn flesh steams
Blood, mud, fear, pain;
War is War; nothing more
By war's swift touch a life lays broken,
Pleading eyes leave nothing unspoken
A clutching hand slowly loosens
And when Death shrieks it's triumph,
A boy man answers
War is War; nothing more
Some returned, the "Lucky Ones",
To safety, friends, to make amends,
To dull the pain - to feel the same
To give mother's the lie to light pride's flame
"He died for us all, no fear - no pain"
Christ! Thy Name is Panzer!