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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 pushing through trackless swamps Panzer graf Marauders of breath spewing red-hot death Panzer graf Ancient walls bleeding once again falling down Eastsack, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania