Called on to rid the world of scum To see them die by the smoking gun We seek them out, the timeless creep They dare not fight back nor even weep We listened when the prophet said: "Let them die by the hand grenade." To change this world we must aspire To live our lives in cannon fire We march as one Our salvation is steel Beneath the tracks they yield We only seek to serve the panzer beast The general is its priest The gun and bullet's our rod and staff And those who resist are cut in half The ringing from the steeple is a deadly discharge Behind us is waste and on we charge The passing bell tolls with a horrible crack Heard a thousand times as we attack We march as one Our salvation is steel Beneath the tracks they yield