: It remains Desolate landscapes Dust silenced Perpetual warfare Defeat is unspoken A grim propaganda The essence of war Is victory itself Apocalyptic
: This pale face falling down marmoized skin the broken wings creature of the purest essence slaughtered in the night to trample the relicts of GOD
: Did we persist in grief Traces given for sinisters Once delivered for their moods No heaven over Germany The afterthought was formed And right below
Lack of ressources The tides have changed Fruhlingserwachen Fruhlingserwachen Devolution of your life False ideology Welcome to chaos This is Endstilles
: We are of one From the ugliest exile we rise Received to lance our enemies Sadistic rapture We crack the whips of god And carrying the dead gene Into
: They are about To unleash a massive attack Aimed at the center of our line Seems to be ... Heavy artillery Pounding for hours Terrible noise Of heavy