… and Release the Dogs of War
I'm a soldier for the Reich I'm the archetype of the Aryan Übermensch But I am not proud of what I've done I've killed so many that I finally lost all count I was so blind; I did not see my dream Of unity differed completely from reality But nothing is like it should be and I feel I can't breathe, when I recall the madness and the carnage. I never wanted to be the pawn in this game Never wanted to see what I've seen I naively hope that someday I'll be set free Days are passing by and I'm still enslaved and forgotten. …Enslaved and forgotten. I fear not for my life but for that of my wife and son A pledge of allegiance with a high price These binds of flesh are a wicked machination Punishment to the clan, our downfall is called Sippenhaft I'm a man in quest for his redemption Whose dreams have turned him into a slave to the slaughterhouse I wish I could go back in time and turn the story round And then I would have held back my passion. Call me a fool, but at that time the idea sounded right I guess I am a fool We were supposed to raise our country from its ashes But this way everyday there are more and more ashes... I never wanted to be the pawn in this game Never wanted to see what I've seen I have lost any hope that I'll be set free Days are passing by, I'm still enslaved and forgotten What am I supposed to do when all hope is lost? Close my eyes and cry while I pull the trigger This is no way of life, It's rather a taste of death Farewell to you all, It's the only way out What's there for me? Silky clouds or ravenous fire? Death, set me free I'll kill no more; this last bullet is for me
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 12, 2025
Look, high in the sky The vultures are back And at full speed they ride the heavens God, they're losing their minds Why do they attack? The unspeakable shadows came as a surprise They came by the hundred They arrived without warning The bringers of storm, predators of warfare There soon will be bloodshed The streets will be blood red The luftwaffe is ready to strike with full power 'i can still remember the warning siren... There was much light, yet we stood in utter darkness' Look, it started to rain Big bombs like droplets But this puddle won't be precisely of water Debris all around Ashes and dust A domino city just waiting to fall Fall like rome or constantinople Fall like the tower or outrageous sodom Mother of sorrow Come ease their pain For your children will see no tomorrow Death from beyond Death from above Rotterdam, rotterdam in flames Rotterdam, hell's breath on earth Rotterdam, rotterdam in flames Rotterdam, nothing will be the same In the middle of may, 1940 When no one saw it coming Carpet bombing shattered rotterdam An unfair game won by stalemate The stukas wiped out almost every trace Of a great city so rich in history Of the many souls that died there Of the heart that lost its essence "een stad zonder hart..." (repeat pre-chorus) (chorus 2:) Rotterdam, rotterdam in flames Rotterdam, hell's breath on earth Rotterdam, rotterdam in flames Rotterdam, gone all the same (repeat chorus) 1 Again\\eng||look, high in the sky The vultures are back And at full speed they ride the heavens God, they're losing their minds Why do they attack? The unspeakable shadows came as a surprise They came by the hundred They arrived without warning The bringers of storm, predators of warfare There soon will be bloodshed The streets will be blood red The luftwaffe is ready to strike with full power I can still remember the warning siren... There was much light, yet we stood in utter darkness' Look, it started to rain Big bombs like droplets But this puddle won't be precisely of water Debris all around Ashes and dust A domino city just waiting to fall Fall like rome or constantinople Fall like the tower or outrageous sodom Mother of sorrow Come ease their pain For your children will see no tomorrow Death from beyond Death from above Rotterdam, rotterdam in flames Rotterdam, hell's breath on earth Rotterdam, rotterdam in flames Rotterdam, nothing will be the same In the middle of may, 1940 When no one saw it coming Carpet bombing shattered rotterdam An unfair game won by stalemate The stukas wiped out almost every trace Of a great city so rich in history Of the many souls that died there Of the heart that lost its essence "een stad zonder hart..." Again
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 12, 2025