King Tiger plough our way, tear asunder Set their flesh ablaze, rip open their armour Shield us from their shells, give us passage Be our home as we fare, see that we prevail Let your shells Become beacons For us and Infantry alike Sound your thunder loud and proud Spread your terror Let them bathe in vanity Trick them to be bold Let them charge with false beliefs The stop them dead cold Set their flesh ablaze None shall remain Death by attrition No mother shall hail her son No man to show affection When all is won and none is lost Guide us back home safe And should the enemy break our mettle Be our rusty grave