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1914 LYRICS

1. War In




2. Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne


Arrival
The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork
We planned to break through the Hindenburg line

I know what we are fighting for
Hopefully to end the war

On the second of October
We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest
Hill 198 was our goal

I know what we are fighting for
Hopefully to end the war

Blood, guts, bayonets and shells
Kleiftroops attack with the flame
In the Argonne forest we're buried alive
Let the mud flow through my veins
Burst in the front, explosion behind
My comrades get torn apart
Our field artillery made a mistake
By friendly fire we died

We are along the road parallel 276
Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us
For heaven's sake stop it

Departure
This battle was the deadliest in US history
Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives

What are we fighting for?
Don't mess with the war


3. A7V Mephisto


Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel
57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill
Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92
30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux

I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death
Watch me until i end your breath

April 24, evening, we began at 10 o'clock
We woke up Mephisto and Tommy's got shellshock
25 round per minute, I think that's enough for fuck-up
Whippet's whipping around us
By morning they all will give up
It's hot as hell in here but we do it all over again
Reload all machineguns and cannon as well
The roof armour was damaged but we'll keep on fighting until
The last of us can still shoot
The last of us is still breathing

Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel
57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill
Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92
30 tons of useless metal
Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux


4. High Wood. 75 Acres Of Hell


In the name of progression we allowed machine guns
Murdering to succeed
With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks
But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop
Old fashioned chopping off heads
In battle there is no law

Fight your fight
Guide the horse onto thy enemy
Knead the mud
It's cavalry attack
Ride on fight
Aim your lance onto thy enemy
Hooves beat ground
Royal Dragoons attack

In the High Wood as scourge
The 47th Division
Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest
We will fight because the Lord is with us,
And we will put the germans to oblivion

Vengeance in death
Ride till i die
Chopping off heads
Enemy mine
Vengeance in death


5. Beat The Bastards


[originally by The Exploited]

Slaves to the system, there's no way out
Slaves to the system, do you have a shout
You've got to beat the bastards and beat 'em now
Sick of policies putting me down

Beat the bastards, beat them now

Just out of school, don't have a clue
No income support for you
Can't get a job, don't get a chance
Sick of politics leaving you out

Beat the bastards, beat them now

Money, money, power and strength
Teenage kids with nothing to spend
Hungry homeless, who gives a shit
Sick of policies leaving me out

Beat the bastards, beat them now


6. Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire


If you want to find the General,
I know where he is,
If you want to find the General,
I know where he is
He's pinning another medal on his chest
I saw him, I saw him
Pinning another medal on his chest.

If you want to find the Colonel
I know where he is
If you want to find the Colonel
I know where he is,
He's sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut.
I saw him, I saw him,
Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut,

If you want to find the Sergeant
I know where he is
If you want to find the Sergeant,
I know where he is,
He's drinking all the company rum.
I saw him, I saw him
Drinking all the company rum,

If you want to find the Private
I know where he is
If you want to find the Private
I know where he is
He's hanging on the old barbed wire
I saw him, I saw him
Hanging on the old barbed wire,
I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire.


7. Passchenhell


Morning starts with killing a rat
They crawl around in the trench
Gobbling those of us who didn't
Drown in mud asleep
Wounded and emaciated
We're waiting for the whistle to blow
Our captain right here in front of us
Lies dead in the shell hole

Ashes to ashes - dust to dust
Bayonets to rifles
Counterattack

Like a Golem of ashes and clay
We arise from a ruined trench
Our lives worth no more than
The bloody mud of Passchendaele

We shall move out of our holes
Like worms of the earth

I lay down in a flooded shell hole
Our counterattack has failed
There was only one last clip
With 5 British .303
Jerrys sing their song in the trench
And slowly comes my night
If you're stuck at the no man's land
Soon you will feed the rats


8. C'est mon dernier pigeon


Though they dig down to Douaumont
From there our bullets will take them
And though they climb up to the Vaux
From there we will pull them down

We need more skulls
Kill, kill, kill
One ne passes pas
Tuer, tuer, tuer

600 men who are not afraid to die
Boches will swallow their pride
This fort is our grave, you shall not pass
Cross the Rubicon and die

Buried ourselves as deep as we could
We breathe down your neck
Build barricades inside the corridors
Our bayonets always near your throats
Major Raynal counts the dead
And prepares us for the final attack
He opened the cage and let out the bird
Our last racing homer pigeon

Decisions made out of desperation
We place the cannon in the corridor
And when it swarms with Germans
We shoot, walls splattered in blood


9. Stoßtrupp


Like an angel of death with a flaming sword
Me and my nine comrades
Appear from beyond
Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick
And i swear you'll like my hand grenade M17

War is painful
So you better stay home
Or the last thing you'll see
Is a Stosstruppen of death

You'll make me laugh when you start
Screaming like a sheep
Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip
I am not an evil man, but i love to kill
I swear you'll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill

War is painful
So you better stay home
Or the last thing you'll see
Is a Stosstruppen of death

Like an angel of death with a flaming sword
Me and my nine comrades
Appear from beyond
Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick
For you the war has ended today
Cowardly prick


10. The Hundred Days Offensive


Bombed last night, and bombed the night before
Going to get bombed tonight
If we never get bombed anymore
When we're bombed, we're scared as we can be
Can't stop the bombing sent from higher Germany

They're over us, they're over us
One shell hole for just the four of us
Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us
'Cause you can fill it all alone

Gassed last night, and gassed the night before
Going to get gassed tonight
If we never get gassed anymore
When we're gassed, we're as sick as we can be
For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me

They're warning us, they're warning us
One respirator for the three of us
Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run
So you can use it all alone

Keep your head down
Keep your head down
If you wanna stay alive
Forget about honour, forget about pride
And quietly crawl in the mud

Shot last night, shot the night before
We're gonna get shot tonight
If we never get shot anymore
When we're shot, we crawl as fast as we can
At barbed wire we're caught in machine gun crossfire
They're killing us, they're killing us
One helmet for the two of us
Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead
So you can wear it all alone
And die alone


11. War Out





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