Holdout

Thirty years of war For might and religion Brother against brother Fathers against sons Plague, death and destruction For just a little more The first total war Without purpose and sense Landsknecht Krieg für Krieg Landsknecht Sieg um Sieg The empire has fallen All hell breaks loose Countries depopulated Heaven’s filled with souls Landsknecht Der Krieg ernährt den Krieg Landsknecht Sieg um Sieg Generations traumatized For the religious dream For the might of individuals Hordes of death are marching Landsknecht Krieg für Krieg Landsknecht Sieg um Sieg Thirty years of war! Generations traumatized For the religious dream For the might of individuals Hordes of death are marching Landsknecht Krieg für Krieg Landsknecht Sieg um Sieg Landsknecht Der Krieg ernährt den Krieg Landsknecht Sieg um Sieg

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Plenty of holes in the snowcovered soil Thousands like me feel all alone Hope has since longtime been gone Just waiting for the end frozen to the bone I can hear the roaring thunder just before the lightning strikes The sound of battle is silence to my ears I´m not trembling i get used to my fears I´ve forgot how to be angry and feel wrath on those who sent us to this hopeless path I can hear the roaring thunder just before the lightning strikes I have nowhere to crawl under I just hope they´ll pass me by (Don´t remember) how long i´ve been holding my gun The weight in my arms feels like a ton I see my arm that starts to shake I realise this is an earthquake I feel the tanks of the enemy in my bones long before they appear One of the monsters rolls over my cave It buries me in my ice-cold grave I can hear the roaring thunder just before the lightning strikes I have nowhere to crawl under I just hope they´ll pass me by And the tanks are rolling!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Seeing the rich grazing on our fields, fat from abundance gorging our yields, we cast off to a journey of killing, our starvation marks a turning point, rural environment and abjection taught us piece, but now is the time to unlearn all moralties, here we stand armed – no one’s properties, an enemy to every so called ethical beasts. This is our battlefield, bodies on pitchforks, This is our conquering, burn the castle down, we’re getting armed ready to use feets, sick and lean we are spreading a disease, invented by the rulers of fortuities, we strike with pain, this is a war for our wheats. Weinsbergs first more to come – our bloody deeds. Kill and become Empowerment of the working class Kill and become When farmers become murderers Kill and become Death on easter Sunday This is it! Our freedom with Weinsberg Bloody Deed Easter Sunday is now The rising of our dignity, with blood and pain, we’re painting this history, First comes the food, then morality With blood and pain We‘re murdering nobility Seeing the rich grazing on our fields, fat from abundance gorging our yields, we cast off to a journey of killing, our starvation marks a turning point, rural environment and abjection taught us piece, but now is the time to unlearn all moralties, here we stand armed – no one’s properties, an enemy to every so called ethical beasts. Kill and become Empowerment of the working class Kill and become When farmers become murderers Kill and become Death on easter Sunday This is it! Our freedom with Weinsberg Bloody Deed

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Sirens in the Dead of night, Bombers fill the sky, Drop their heavy, deadly load, The ground is soaked with blood Death, terror and destruction, Chaos rules the land Scattered bodies, tormented souls, Panic`s all around, Prayers are unheard, As the tanks are rolling by, Drowning the silent screams, In their relentless fire, All hope is gone, Death awaits, No more tomorrow, Death awaits Prayers are unheard, As the tanks are rolling by, Drowning the silent screams, In their relentless fire, Misery and the fear of death, In the peoples eye, War is coming next to you, Expect your final breath, Misery and the fear of death, In the peoples eye, War is coming next to you, Expect your final breath, All hope is gone, Death awaits, No more tomorrow, Death awaits

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Solitude in paradise Fellow comrades out of sight The end of war is just a lie There is no chance for Gyokusai Indignity's your tormentor Honor's what your fighting for You're not allowed to forget Tenno You call for news, you call for ammo Hours, days and months, and years Lossing track but winning fears Seppuku seems the only way You're getting ready for banzai You're the stranggling skeleton One of a few honorable men The uniform hangs down in tatters Japan honor's all that matters Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Banzai! Ten thousand years of luck Banzai! Ten thousand years of joy Banzai! Ten thousand years of death BANZAI!! Hope is little in a ocean that big So you're digging your own whole into Pacific As you die by your own rusty pick You intuit: for years no war at Pacific Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout! Holdout!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Heavy weighs the carbine rifle in my hand, we ascend this mountain pushing further to the end, raming, pounding, stamping we are forcing an earthquake, the peak is shining bright the ghosts of fire are awake, The mountain of death, for the victory wreath, The mountain of death, this is our last breath. The field artillery conforms it's fatal designation, my fear wants me to turn back down to betray my own nation, shots like bursting thunderbolts create a brawling valley, we can't escape the noise, so we are facing the blue devils, the blue devils! Half of us is still alive and reaching barrage sectors, brutality of trench warfare's erasing human factors, instructions are instructions and we wait until death hits, as hell breaks loose we're facing it under the moons eclipse. The mountain of death, for the victory wreath, The mountain of death, this is our last breath. Fulminating devils causing impact of the lead, bullets striking in my chest, two comrades feel my need, and as I feel their helping hand we're lost on so much levels, treble death is whispering, we're kettled by blue devils, by blue devils! The mountain of death, for the victory wreath, The mountain of death, this is our last breath.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

All the things that I have seen And all the deeds I've done All the places I have been Now see what I've become A victim of the machinery Lead by the false ideas A hero in their insane aspects But a monster for myself Another bloody day On another battlefield Another bullet shot Will this killing ever stop? Medails for the lives I took Adorn my blood stained uniform I can't return to my old life These tears of blood will never dry I am the king of slaughter A crown that I don't wanna wear I am the king of slaughter A broken soul but no one cares Another bloody day On another battlefield Another bullet shot Will this killing ever stop? Medails for the lives I took Adorn my blood stained uniform I can't return to my old life These tears of blood will never dry I am the king of slaughter A crown that I don't wanna wear I am the king of slaughter A broken soul but no one cares

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Many years have passed Since you left us alone You have suffered, hard and fast One last gaze, one last sigh Currently you were gone Wounds that never heal Sorrow will never leave Affection for eternity Pictures stay on my mind Affection fills my heart Mourning deep inside my soul Torture and remembrance Thoughts that never fade Try to let you go Like to reckon you’re at a better place But dead remains dead Memories never die Silent cries, no weeping eyes Memories never die Silent cries, no weeping eyes Eternal agony Many years have passed Since you left us alone You have suffered, hard and fast One last gaze, one last sigh Currently you were gone Wounds that never heal Sorrow will never leave Affection for eternity Memories never die Silent cries, no weeping eyes Memories never die Silent cries, no weeping eyes Eternal agony

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

It`s 7:28, there`s an open window in Downing street Thousand ears are listening to the distant detonation One hundred twenty thousand British lions are waiting With their walking sticks, marching in their death, In the end, in the blackest day Lions led by donkeys, following insane orders Twenty thousand lions die for donkeys, Death by machine gun fire Crowd for crowd, running through the no-man’s-land Attack after attack, over the Thiepval-Ridge Fight for the motherland Verreck' für das Vaterland Mort pour la patrie This is the Battle of the Somme Seven days of relentless Trommelfeuer Ending at the day at La Boisselle The Carnage begins at Lochnagar-Mine The river is turning red One million souls were pushed through the meat-grinder Man versus man for Meter after Meter Half a year death`s scythe has been fed A river flows through hell on earth Hell on earth Fight for the motherland Verreck' für das Vaterland Mort pour la patrie This is the Battle of the Somme Fight for the motherland Verreck' für das Vaterland Mort pour la patrie This is the Battle of the Somme

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025