Panzers on a line
Form the Wehrmacht's spine
Lethal grand design
Ad victoriam, ex machina
Non sibi sed patriae
Ad victoriam, ex machina
Non sibi sed patriae
The Wehrmacht closing in
Adversor et admorsus
The Boar against the Eagle
They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat
Living or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread
In their own track
Came the wolfpack
Gleaves led the convoy into the hornet's nest
Two thousand men, and fifty thousand tonnes of steel
Set the course for the Atlantic with the allies on their heel
Firepower, firefight
Battlestations, keep the targets steady in sight