Battalion Beast

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The naked earth is warm with spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's gaze glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze; And life is colour and warmth and light, And a striving evermore for these; And he is dead who will not fight; And who dies fighting has increase. All the bright company of Heaven Hold him in their high comradeship, The Dog-Star, and the Sisters Seven, Orion's Belt and sworded hip. The woodland trees that stand together, They stand to him ! And life is colour and warmth and light, And a striving evermore for these; And he is dead who will not fight; And who dies fighting has increase. Christ - Thy name is Panzer!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Infant' graves are steps of angels, where Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose. God is their parent, and they need no tear; He takes them to His bosom from earth's woes, A bud their lifetime and a flower their close. Their spirits are an Iris of the skies, Needing no prayers; a sunset's happy close. Gone are the bright rays of their soft blue eyes; Flowers weep in dew-drops oer them, and the gale gently sighs Their lives were nothing but a sunny shower, Melting on flowers as tears melt from the eye. Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven's amaranth bower, And tolled on flowers as Summer gales went by. They bowed and trembled, and they left no sigh, And the sun smiled to show their end was well. Infants have nought to weep for ere they die; All prayers are needless, beads they need not tell, White flowers their mourners are, Nature their passing bell.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Weep no more! Nor sigh, nor groan Sorrow calls no time that 's gone Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again Trim thy locks, look cheerfully Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 06, 2026

Church of christ breeding hate, the flame of hell shall rise Satan's force rains from the throne to slay the priest of lies 1,000 years was bound by chain, Satanus seeks revenge Burning flame, the antichrist - no mercy, no repent Lightning strikes the knell of death, panic runs below Holy priest, he prays in vain, the winds of death now blow Flame of the Panzerchrist Satan's troops they march from hell, the resurrected dead Church of christ lay under siege, the flame of death burns red Demons slay the king of kings, destroy this holy shrine Bow to me the Panzerchrist, the house of god is mine Lightning strikes the knell of death, panic runs below Holy priest, he prays in vain, the winds of death now blow Flame of the Panzerchrist In sacred tongue they try to fight, Satan holds the force Wind and flame exerting death, destruction of the cross Spirits scream with chants of doom, Lucifer has come Distant hopes the heavens fall, in hell thy will be done Lightning strikes the knell of death, panic runs below Holy priest, he prays in vain, the winds of death now blow Flame of the Panzer... Christ, thy name is Panzer

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

NO Man's Land is an eerie sight At early dawn in the pale gray light. Never a house and never a hedge In No Man s Land from edge to edge, And never a living soul walks there To taste the fresh of the morning air; Only some lumps of rotting clay, That were friends or foemen yesterday. What are the bounds of No Man s Land? You can see them clearly on either hand, A mound of rag-bags gray in the sun, Or a furrow of brown where the earthworks run From the eastern hills Christ - Thy name is Panzer!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

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 its 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."

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

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