Hundreds of Tigers of steel, barrels aiming forward, stay on the battlefield
In that time, command broke the ice. Who plays with fire, is burned to ashes.

Sweated, pinched dirty faces, lashed by years of destiny.
Looking at the land, dreaming about way home.
Mercenary of regime, of cruel master, he released swarm of bees, mighty hornets
Fated struggle against red beast, arc of Kursk, hell of steel.

Hundreds of Tigers of steel, barrels aiming forward, stay on the battlefield
In that time, command broke the ice. Who plays with fire, is burned to ashes.

Picture of his wife in one hand, in the second Iron cross held so tight
Imprisoned in metal, leads devoted, brave men.
In the heat of fire and shrapnels, no shame, death is near
Where has the conscience gone? When the soul stopped bleeding?

Command must be carried out, there's no time to think, kill or die
Rapidly beating hearts, lung filled with dust, restless look for new target
In the attack formation, flood of gray steel rolls
Sing of elite division on the uniforms, death's heads and folded bones

Furious look, red plance, red target, fingers on the triggers
Seconds seem to be hours, now is becoming history
No one expresses his fear, everyone lost in himself
Without goal or way back, driven by survival instinct.

Confused commands, ear splitting noise, ground torn by steel
In the chaos of battle, in clouds of smoke, pride without faith
Black eagle slain by red beats, sickle and hammer beating black cross
Why was the Pandora's box opened? Where is the border of tyranny and despair?

Hundreds of Tigers of steel, barrels aiming forward, stay on the battlefield
In that time, command broke the ice. Who plays with fire, is burned to ashes.