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| Members | |
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| Current | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| Member(bands): ForceOut | |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass (2014-present) |
| Member(bands): Ambivalence, Drunk Diver, Dogma, Coda, Donna Rykalu, Sanitarium, Swamp FM, Оратанія | |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars (2014-present) |
| Member(bands): Disentrail, Skinhate | |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals (2014-present) |
| Member(bands): Johny B Gut, Stalag 328, Bazooka Band, Ratbite, Люстры Чижевского, Тостер | |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums (2016-present) |
| Member(bands): Mass Massacre, Papio Cynocephalus | |
| Past | |
| 1Lt. Serge Russell (C Company 306th Machine Gun Battalion) | Drums (2014-2016) |
| Member(bands): Colotyphus, Mørkt Tre, Torqverem, Ezkaton (live), Atra Mors, Kroda, Zgard, Буревій, Kaosophia (live), До Скону (live), Говерла (live), Vermis Mysteriis (live), Disbalance, Kruk | |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman (157th Field Artillery Regiment40th Infantry Div.) | Guitars (2014-2015) |
| Member(bands): Johny B Gut, Misty Gates | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Basil Lagenndorf | Guitars (2015-?) |
| Member(bands): Orthodox | |
| # | Discography | Type | Year | |
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| 1 | Caught in the Crossfire | Single | 2014 | Show album |
| 2 | Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce) | Single | 2014 | Show album |
| 3 | Zeppelin Raids | Single | 2015 | Show album |
| 4 | Eschatology of War | Full-length | 2015 | Show album |
| 5 | Ich hatt einen Kameraden | Split | 2016 | Show album |
| 6 | Eschatology of War / Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland | Compilation | 2016 | Show album |
| 7 | Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland! | EP | 2016 | Show album |
| 8 | Stoßtrupp 1917 | Single | 2017 | Show album |
| 9 | The Blind Leading the Blind | Full-length | 2018 | Show album |
Caught in the Crossfire
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| Pvt. Armen Bleckley (K Company 160th Infantry Regiment) | Bass |
| 1Lt. Serge Russell (C Company 306th Machine Gun Battalion) | Drums |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman (157th Field Artillery Regiment40th Infantry Div.) | Guitars |
| Pvt. Liam Fissen (A Company 308th Infantry Regiment) | Guitars |
| Capt. John B. Kumar (K Company 307th Infantry Regiment) | Vocals |
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| 1. | Caught in the Crossfire | 06:06 | |
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| 06:06 | |||
Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce)
| Members | |
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| Pvt. Armen Bleckley (K Company 160th Infantry Regiment) | Bass |
| 1Lt. Serge Russell (C Company 306th Machine Gun Battalion) | Drums |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman (157th Field Artillery Regiment40th Infantry Div.) | Guitars |
| Pvt. Liam Fissen (A Company 308th Infantry Regiment) | Guitars |
| Capt. John B. Kumar (K Company 307th Infantry Regiment) | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce) | 05:54 | |
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| 05:54 | |||
Zeppelin Raids
| Members | |
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| Pvt. Armen Bleckley (K Company 160th Infantry Regiment) | Bass |
| 1Lt. Serge Russell (C Company 306th Machine Gun Battalion) | Drums |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman (157th Field Artillery Regiment40th Infantry Div.) | Guitars |
| Pvt. Liam Fissen (A Company 308th Infantry Regiment) | Guitars |
| Capt. John B. Kumar (K Company 307th Infantry Regiment) | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | Zeppelin Raids | 05:09 | |
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| 05:09 | |||
Eschatology of War
Album versions
| Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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| December 17th, 2015 | Archaic Sound | Digital | Bandcamp | |
| December 19th, 2015 | Archaic Sound | RITE 020 | CD | Digipak |
| April 10th, 2016 | Worship Tapes | ωτ 31 | Cassette | Limited edition |
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Pvt. Armen Bleckley (K Company 160th Infantry Regiment) | Bass |
| 1Lt. Serge Russell (C Company 306th Machine Gun Battalion) | Drums |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman (157th Field Artillery Regiment40th Infantry Div.) | Guitars |
| Pvt. Liam Fissen (A Company 308th Infantry Regiment) | Guitars |
| Capt. John B. Kumar (K Company 307th Infantry Regiment) | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | War In | 01:36 | Show lyrics |
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(Instrumental) Up to mighty London Came an Irishman one day. As the streets are paved with gold Sure, everyone was gay, Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square, Till Paddy got excited, Then he shouted to them there： ::It’s a long way to Tipperary, It’s a long way to go. It’s a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square! It’s a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart’s right there.:: |
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| 2. | Gasmask | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
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Fall of the dominion Empires burning Destruction and death as homecoming Back to the Trenches Straighten up your rifle Get back inline Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gas mask on my face Wounded faces Scream it out loud I lie in the mud One of thethousands of others who died With phosgene’s blindness Back to the Trenches Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gasmask on my face |
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| 3. | Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce) | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
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Winter in trenches Becomes unbearable Cold claws of death Entwined my heart Like snow-white marble Our bodies are frozen Dead fingers squeeze rifles and knifes My dead comrade Lies a few hundred yards from me Snow covered his new uniform And his blood becomes white too Soldiers of my regiment Drop their weapon and go out of the trenches Their faltering few steps To white rest and enemies On the nomans land They hugged and singed And yet with neither rage no hate Cause its christmas eve But I’m obliged to kill I take the bayonet And run across the field Young German reaches out to me I hit him in the throat Again again and again Because there is no fucking christmas truce |
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| 4. | Verdun | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
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Like scum of earth Like dust on shoes. I seethe walls of Fort Douaumont Despair Despond Despair Despond The shrapnel rain wrapped me It falls hard washes me away My world remained without light The leaden clouds filled the sky Got the light? And woke up dead God of light? You will be exterminated Don’t even try Your life will be trampled down In Verdun`s mud Fairness does not exist And you’re just a piece Of meat In the grinder of senseless war Got the life? Cross the line God the life? |
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| 5. | Caught in the Crossfire | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
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I arise into glory ride Thru the battlefield Ripped bodies lie around Death, decay and filth No mercy for the enemies Run and shoot to kill I dont know how long I can Endure that bloody thrill But death remains And bullet waits The shrapnel rain Tore down the veins We all get lost Buried alive in mud With trench-bombs and guns in numbed hands We are all dead And there is no earthly reason To still believe in flags of our state I lie in the middle of no man’s lands Where fear and weapons meet I have run out of ammunition And I cannot retreat I see the bodies of dead comrades And crawl between their parts Pinned down by a crossfire From the enemy machine guns |
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| 6. | Zeppelin Raids | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
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Zeppelin raids Death comes in different ways It hangs in the air Spilled on the battleground It squashes you with tracks Too many ways to die Now decease coming down like Black vultures in the sky And you are bursting out Impaled All wounded Dissected Unburied Charred corpses Torn into pieces Departed Without breathing I’m running down thru the scorched earth Death overtakes me And quiet sound of working air screws Burns me down |
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| 7. | Ottoman Rise | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
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Thru the night I hear war-cries Shots and whistles of yataghans Here comes the 57th infantry Regiment Lead by Ataturk Our ANZAC Corps Was entrenched at the Gallipoli coast Ottoman machine-guns Met us with fire We did not expect Such furious defense So far away from home We died At the nomads land Back into the sea Away from the coast Back into the sea Drop the gun and run We thought they were barbarians But encountered Well-trained and organized imperial army With cannons and machine-guns How can we win When their commander Ordered them: I do not order to fight, I order you to die. In the time which passes Until we die, other troops Can come forward And take our places Inshalah! Ottoman rise! Inshalah! |
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| 8. | Arditi | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
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I Light up the night, The purifying fire Of hand grenades Becomes your defiler Estimate Of the enemy’s intentions By the way We came for you in trenches Bayonet in throat Trench club stuck in your skull Overage Of bloodlust desires On and on Beat down the enemies By the way We came for you in trenches Guards of war When daylights gone, we light the fire Guards of war We took the death for you for hire Guards of war Bayonets as god, blood as religion Guards of war Vengeance in death, No benediction |
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| 9. | Battlefield | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
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The Fields Where I Died Brave and courage As long as ravens fly Flags and heroes Lay down to the ground Cost of freedom Death tracked us down as a hound Death tracked us down as a hound Embrace me till the end Death tracked us down as a hound I hope you all die alone |
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| 10. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
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(Instrumental) Oh, they put me in the Army And they handed me a pack, They took away my nice new clothes And dolled me up in tack. They marched me twenty miles a day To fit me for the war; I didn’t mind the first nineteen, But the last one made me sore! Oh, it’s not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you feel your limbs are growing older. And it’s not the hike On the hard turnpike That wipes away your smile, Nor the socks of sisters That raise the blooming blisters, It’s the last long mile! Some day they’ll send us over And they’ll put us in the trench, Taking pop shots at the Fritzes With the Tommys and the French. And someday we’ll be marching Through a town across the Rhine, And then, you bet, we’ll all forget These mournful words of mine! Oh, it’s not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you ... [faded out] |
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Ich hatt einen Kameraden
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| Band members | |
| Minenwerfer | |
| Generalfeldmarschall Kriegshammer | Bass, Vocals |
| Wachtmeister Verwüstung | Guitars |
| Oberst Gemetzel | Drums |
| 1914 | |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffizier - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmeister - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| Capt. John B. Kumar (K Company 307th Infantry Regiment) | Vocals |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant – Ditmar Kumarberg | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeant - Basil Lagenndorf | Guitars |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Patrick Hills | Recording (tracks 1-4) |
| Oleg "Olgerd" Rubanov | Recording, Mixing, Mastering (tracks 5-8) |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | Minenwerfer - First Battle of the Masurian Lakes (Zurückdrücken) | 04:56 | |
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| 2. | Minenwerfer - Battle of Bolimów (Weisskreuz) | 03:54 | |
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| 3. | Minenwerfer - Iron Cross (Ostfront 1915 Version) | 02:46 | |
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| 4. | Minenwerfer - Second Battle of the Masurian Lakes (Roter Schnee) | 08:57 | |
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| 5. | 1914 - An meine Völker! | 01:31 | instrumental |
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| 6. | 1914 - Karpathenschlacht (Dezember 1914 - März 1915) | 10:54 | |
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| 7. | 1914 - 8 × 50 mm. Repetiergewehr M.95 | 07:39 | |
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| 8. | 1914 - Gas Mask (Eastern Front rmx) | 03:09 | |
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| 43:46 | |||
Eschatology of War / Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland
| Members | |
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| Band members | |
| Armen von Heinessen | Bass |
| Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals |
| Basil Lagenndorf | Guitars |
| Serg Seemann | Drums |
| Guest/Session | |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman | Guitars |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Oleg "Olgerd" Rubanov | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
| Tracks | |||
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| Disc 1 - Eschatology of War | |||
| 1. | War In | 01:36 | instrumental |
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| 2. | Gasmask | 05:54 | |
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| 3. | Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce) | 05:55 | |
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| 4. | Verdun | 05:25 | |
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| 5. | Caught in the Crossfire | 06:17 | |
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| 6. | Zeppelin Raids | 05:09 | |
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| 7. | Ottoman Rise | 08:57 | |
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| 8. | Arditi | 04:58 | |
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| 9. | Battlefield | 05:41 | |
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| 10. | War Out | 01:55 | instrumental |
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| Disc 2 - Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland | |||
| 1. | An Meine Völker! (Intro) | 01:31 | instrumental |
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| 2. | Karpathenschlacht (Dezember 1914 - März 1915) | 10:54 | |
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| 3. | 8×50 mm. Repetiergewehr M.95 | 07:39 | |
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| 4. | Gasmask (Eastern Front remix by Solar Owl) | 03:09 | |
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| 5. | Caught in the Crossfire (trench demo 2014) | 06:06 | |
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| 6. | Frozen in Trenches (trench demo 2014) | 04:39 | |
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| 7. | Zeppelin Raids (trench demo 2014) | 04:12 | |
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| 8. | Zeppelin Raids (Western Front remix by ✞ λ₴MѺÐ∆I ✞) | 04:01 | |
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| 9. | Something in the Way (Nirvana cover, Schlacht an der Somme version) | 10:01 | |
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| 10. | Preparing for the Next War (Outro) | 03:21 | instrumental |
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| 55:33 | |||
Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland!
Album versions
| Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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| November 21st, 2016 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
| November 1st, 2018 | Archaic Sound | Cassette | ||
| November 1st, 2018 | Archaic Sound | Digital | Bandcamp |
| Members | |
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| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland (Intro) | 02:15 | |
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| 2. | Something in the Way (Nirvana cover, Schlacht an der Somme version) | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I’ve trapped Have all become my pets And I’m living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It’s okay to eat fish ’Cause they don’t have any feelings Something in the way Something in the way |
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| 3. | Zeppelin Raids Western Front Rmx by ✞ λ₴MѺÐ∆I ✞ | 04:01 | |
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| 4. | Caught in the Crossfire (Trench Demo 2014) | 06:06 | |
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| 5. | Frozen in Trenches (Trench Demo 2014) | 04:39 | |
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| 6. | Zeppelin Raids (Trench Demo 2014) | 04:12 | |
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| 7. | Preparing for the Next War (Outro) | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
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Argonnerwald, um Mitternacht, Ein Pionier steht auf der Wacht. |: Ein Sternlein hoch am Himmel stand, Bringt ihm ein Gruß vom fernen Heimatland. :| Und donnernd dröhnt die Artillerie. Wir stehen vor der Infanterie. |: Granaten schlagen bei uns ein, Der Franzmann will in unsere Stellung ’rein. :| Und droht der Feind auch noch so sehr, Wir Deutsche fürchten ihn nicht mehr. |: Ob er auch noch so stark mag sein, In unsere Stellung kommt er doch nicht ’rein. :| |
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Stoßtrupp 1917
Album versions
| Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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| October 9th, 2017 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
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December 14th, 2017
(titled "Stoßtrupp 1917 - A7V Mephisto") |
Independent | Digital | Bandcamp |
| Members | |
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| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals |
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| 1. | Stoßtrupp 1917 | 05:16 | |
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The Blind Leading the Blind
Album versions
| Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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| November 11th, 2018 | Archaic Sound | RITE 031 / REDA 034 | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
| November 11th, 2018 | Archaic Sound | Digital | Bandcamp | |
| November 11th, 2018 | Archaic Sound | RITE 031 MC | Cassette | Limited edition |
| November 11th, 2018 | Archaic Sound | RITE 031LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 3 colors |
| 2019 | Kattran Records | KTTR CD 118 | CD | Digibook, Reissue |
| May 31st, 2019 | Napalm Records | NPR 870 DP | CD | Digipak |
| May 31st, 2019 | Napalm Records | NPR 870 VINYL | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 3 colors, Repress |
| 2020 | Napalm Records | NPR 870 JC | CD |
| Members | |
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| Band members | |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
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We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
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| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
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Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
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| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
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Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux |
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| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
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| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
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Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
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| 6. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
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If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
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| 7. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
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Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
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| 8. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
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Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
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| 9. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
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Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick |
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| 10. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
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| 11. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
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Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
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| 59:16 | |||
Eschatology of War
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Pvt. Armen Bleckley (K Company 160th Infantry Regiment) | Bass |
| 1Lt. Serge Russell (C Company 306th Machine Gun Battalion) | Drums |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman (157th Field Artillery Regiment40th Infantry Div.) | Guitars |
| Pvt. Liam Fissen (A Company 308th Infantry Regiment) | Guitars |
| Capt. John B. Kumar (K Company 307th Infantry Regiment) | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | War In | 01:36 | Show lyrics |
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(Instrumental) Up to mighty London Came an Irishman one day. As the streets are paved with gold Sure, everyone was gay, Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square, Till Paddy got excited, Then he shouted to them there： ::It’s a long way to Tipperary, It’s a long way to go. It’s a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square! It’s a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart’s right there.:: |
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| 2. | Gasmask | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
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Fall of the dominion Empires burning Destruction and death as homecoming Back to the Trenches Straighten up your rifle Get back inline Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gas mask on my face Wounded faces Scream it out loud I lie in the mud One of thethousands of others who died With phosgene’s blindness Back to the Trenches Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gasmask on my face |
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| 3. | Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce) | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
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Winter in trenches Becomes unbearable Cold claws of death Entwined my heart Like snow-white marble Our bodies are frozen Dead fingers squeeze rifles and knifes My dead comrade Lies a few hundred yards from me Snow covered his new uniform And his blood becomes white too Soldiers of my regiment Drop their weapon and go out of the trenches Their faltering few steps To white rest and enemies On the nomans land They hugged and singed And yet with neither rage no hate Cause its christmas eve But I’m obliged to kill I take the bayonet And run across the field Young German reaches out to me I hit him in the throat Again again and again Because there is no fucking christmas truce |
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| 4. | Verdun | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
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Like scum of earth Like dust on shoes. I seethe walls of Fort Douaumont Despair Despond Despair Despond The shrapnel rain wrapped me It falls hard washes me away My world remained without light The leaden clouds filled the sky Got the light? And woke up dead God of light? You will be exterminated Don’t even try Your life will be trampled down In Verdun`s mud Fairness does not exist And you’re just a piece Of meat In the grinder of senseless war Got the life? Cross the line God the life? |
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| 5. | Caught in the Crossfire | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
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I arise into glory ride Thru the battlefield Ripped bodies lie around Death, decay and filth No mercy for the enemies Run and shoot to kill I dont know how long I can Endure that bloody thrill But death remains And bullet waits The shrapnel rain Tore down the veins We all get lost Buried alive in mud With trench-bombs and guns in numbed hands We are all dead And there is no earthly reason To still believe in flags of our state I lie in the middle of no man’s lands Where fear and weapons meet I have run out of ammunition And I cannot retreat I see the bodies of dead comrades And crawl between their parts Pinned down by a crossfire From the enemy machine guns |
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| 6. | Zeppelin Raids | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
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Zeppelin raids Death comes in different ways It hangs in the air Spilled on the battleground It squashes you with tracks Too many ways to die Now decease coming down like Black vultures in the sky And you are bursting out Impaled All wounded Dissected Unburied Charred corpses Torn into pieces Departed Without breathing I’m running down thru the scorched earth Death overtakes me And quiet sound of working air screws Burns me down |
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| 7. | Ottoman Rise | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
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Thru the night I hear war-cries Shots and whistles of yataghans Here comes the 57th infantry Regiment Lead by Ataturk Our ANZAC Corps Was entrenched at the Gallipoli coast Ottoman machine-guns Met us with fire We did not expect Such furious defense So far away from home We died At the nomads land Back into the sea Away from the coast Back into the sea Drop the gun and run We thought they were barbarians But encountered Well-trained and organized imperial army With cannons and machine-guns How can we win When their commander Ordered them: I do not order to fight, I order you to die. In the time which passes Until we die, other troops Can come forward And take our places Inshalah! Ottoman rise! Inshalah! |
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| 8. | Arditi | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
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I Light up the night, The purifying fire Of hand grenades Becomes your defiler Estimate Of the enemy’s intentions By the way We came for you in trenches Bayonet in throat Trench club stuck in your skull Overage Of bloodlust desires On and on Beat down the enemies By the way We came for you in trenches Guards of war When daylights gone, we light the fire Guards of war We took the death for you for hire Guards of war Bayonets as god, blood as religion Guards of war Vengeance in death, No benediction |
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| 9. | Battlefield | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
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The Fields Where I Died Brave and courage As long as ravens fly Flags and heroes Lay down to the ground Cost of freedom Death tracked us down as a hound Death tracked us down as a hound Embrace me till the end Death tracked us down as a hound I hope you all die alone |
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| 10. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
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(Instrumental) Oh, they put me in the Army And they handed me a pack, They took away my nice new clothes And dolled me up in tack. They marched me twenty miles a day To fit me for the war; I didn’t mind the first nineteen, But the last one made me sore! Oh, it’s not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you feel your limbs are growing older. And it’s not the hike On the hard turnpike That wipes away your smile, Nor the socks of sisters That raise the blooming blisters, It’s the last long mile! Some day they’ll send us over And they’ll put us in the trench, Taking pop shots at the Fritzes With the Tommys and the French. And someday we’ll be marching Through a town across the Rhine, And then, you bet, we’ll all forget These mournful words of mine! Oh, it’s not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you ... [faded out] |
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| 51:47 | |||
Eschatology of War
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| Pvt. Armen Bleckley (K Company 160th Infantry Regiment) | Bass |
| 1Lt. Serge Russell (C Company 306th Machine Gun Battalion) | Drums |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman (157th Field Artillery Regiment40th Infantry Div.) | Guitars |
| Pvt. Liam Fissen (A Company 308th Infantry Regiment) | Guitars |
| Capt. John B. Kumar (K Company 307th Infantry Regiment) | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | War In | 01:36 | Show lyrics |
|
(Instrumental) Up to mighty London Came an Irishman one day. As the streets are paved with gold Sure, everyone was gay, Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square, Till Paddy got excited, Then he shouted to them there： ::It’s a long way to Tipperary, It’s a long way to go. It’s a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square! It’s a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart’s right there.:: |
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| 2. | Gasmask | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
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Fall of the dominion Empires burning Destruction and death as homecoming Back to the Trenches Straighten up your rifle Get back inline Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gas mask on my face Wounded faces Scream it out loud I lie in the mud One of thethousands of others who died With phosgene’s blindness Back to the Trenches Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gasmask on my face |
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| 3. | Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce) | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
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Winter in trenches Becomes unbearable Cold claws of death Entwined my heart Like snow-white marble Our bodies are frozen Dead fingers squeeze rifles and knifes My dead comrade Lies a few hundred yards from me Snow covered his new uniform And his blood becomes white too Soldiers of my regiment Drop their weapon and go out of the trenches Their faltering few steps To white rest and enemies On the nomans land They hugged and singed And yet with neither rage no hate Cause its christmas eve But I’m obliged to kill I take the bayonet And run across the field Young German reaches out to me I hit him in the throat Again again and again Because there is no fucking christmas truce |
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| 4. | Verdun | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
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Like scum of earth Like dust on shoes. I seethe walls of Fort Douaumont Despair Despond Despair Despond The shrapnel rain wrapped me It falls hard washes me away My world remained without light The leaden clouds filled the sky Got the light? And woke up dead God of light? You will be exterminated Don’t even try Your life will be trampled down In Verdun`s mud Fairness does not exist And you’re just a piece Of meat In the grinder of senseless war Got the life? Cross the line God the life? |
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| 5. | Caught in the Crossfire | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
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I arise into glory ride Thru the battlefield Ripped bodies lie around Death, decay and filth No mercy for the enemies Run and shoot to kill I dont know how long I can Endure that bloody thrill But death remains And bullet waits The shrapnel rain Tore down the veins We all get lost Buried alive in mud With trench-bombs and guns in numbed hands We are all dead And there is no earthly reason To still believe in flags of our state I lie in the middle of no man’s lands Where fear and weapons meet I have run out of ammunition And I cannot retreat I see the bodies of dead comrades And crawl between their parts Pinned down by a crossfire From the enemy machine guns |
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| 6. | Zeppelin Raids | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
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Zeppelin raids Death comes in different ways It hangs in the air Spilled on the battleground It squashes you with tracks Too many ways to die Now decease coming down like Black vultures in the sky And you are bursting out Impaled All wounded Dissected Unburied Charred corpses Torn into pieces Departed Without breathing I’m running down thru the scorched earth Death overtakes me And quiet sound of working air screws Burns me down |
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| 7. | Ottoman Rise | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
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Thru the night I hear war-cries Shots and whistles of yataghans Here comes the 57th infantry Regiment Lead by Ataturk Our ANZAC Corps Was entrenched at the Gallipoli coast Ottoman machine-guns Met us with fire We did not expect Such furious defense So far away from home We died At the nomads land Back into the sea Away from the coast Back into the sea Drop the gun and run We thought they were barbarians But encountered Well-trained and organized imperial army With cannons and machine-guns How can we win When their commander Ordered them: I do not order to fight, I order you to die. In the time which passes Until we die, other troops Can come forward And take our places Inshalah! Ottoman rise! Inshalah! |
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| 8. | Arditi | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
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I Light up the night, The purifying fire Of hand grenades Becomes your defiler Estimate Of the enemy’s intentions By the way We came for you in trenches Bayonet in throat Trench club stuck in your skull Overage Of bloodlust desires On and on Beat down the enemies By the way We came for you in trenches Guards of war When daylights gone, we light the fire Guards of war We took the death for you for hire Guards of war Bayonets as god, blood as religion Guards of war Vengeance in death, No benediction |
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| 9. | Battlefield | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
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The Fields Where I Died Brave and courage As long as ravens fly Flags and heroes Lay down to the ground Cost of freedom Death tracked us down as a hound Death tracked us down as a hound Embrace me till the end Death tracked us down as a hound I hope you all die alone |
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| 10. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
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(Instrumental) Oh, they put me in the Army And they handed me a pack, They took away my nice new clothes And dolled me up in tack. They marched me twenty miles a day To fit me for the war; I didn’t mind the first nineteen, But the last one made me sore! Oh, it’s not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you feel your limbs are growing older. And it’s not the hike On the hard turnpike That wipes away your smile, Nor the socks of sisters That raise the blooming blisters, It’s the last long mile! Some day they’ll send us over And they’ll put us in the trench, Taking pop shots at the Fritzes With the Tommys and the French. And someday we’ll be marching Through a town across the Rhine, And then, you bet, we’ll all forget These mournful words of mine! Oh, it’s not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you ... [faded out] |
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| 51:47 | |||
Eschatology of War
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| Pvt. Armen Bleckley (K Company 160th Infantry Regiment) | Bass |
| 1Lt. Serge Russell (C Company 306th Machine Gun Battalion) | Drums |
| Sgt. Andrew Knifeman (157th Field Artillery Regiment40th Infantry Div.) | Guitars |
| Pvt. Liam Fissen (A Company 308th Infantry Regiment) | Guitars |
| Capt. John B. Kumar (K Company 307th Infantry Regiment) | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Side A | |||
| 1. | War In | 01:36 | Show lyrics |
|
(Instrumental) Up to mighty London Came an Irishman one day. As the streets are paved with gold Sure, everyone was gay, Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square, Till Paddy got excited, Then he shouted to them there： ::It’s a long way to Tipperary, It’s a long way to go. It’s a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square! It’s a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart’s right there.:: |
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| 2. | Gasmask | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
|
Fall of the dominion Empires burning Destruction and death as homecoming Back to the Trenches Straighten up your rifle Get back inline Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gas mask on my face Wounded faces Scream it out loud I lie in the mud One of thethousands of others who died With phosgene’s blindness Back to the Trenches Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gasmask on my face |
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| 3. | Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce) | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
|
Winter in trenches Becomes unbearable Cold claws of death Entwined my heart Like snow-white marble Our bodies are frozen Dead fingers squeeze rifles and knifes My dead comrade Lies a few hundred yards from me Snow covered his new uniform And his blood becomes white too Soldiers of my regiment Drop their weapon and go out of the trenches Their faltering few steps To white rest and enemies On the nomans land They hugged and singed And yet with neither rage no hate Cause its christmas eve But I’m obliged to kill I take the bayonet And run across the field Young German reaches out to me I hit him in the throat Again again and again Because there is no fucking christmas truce |
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| 4. | Verdun | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
|
Like scum of earth Like dust on shoes. I seethe walls of Fort Douaumont Despair Despond Despair Despond The shrapnel rain wrapped me It falls hard washes me away My world remained without light The leaden clouds filled the sky Got the light? And woke up dead God of light? You will be exterminated Don’t even try Your life will be trampled down In Verdun`s mud Fairness does not exist And you’re just a piece Of meat In the grinder of senseless war Got the life? Cross the line God the life? |
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| 5. | Caught in the Crossfire | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
|
I arise into glory ride Thru the battlefield Ripped bodies lie around Death, decay and filth No mercy for the enemies Run and shoot to kill I dont know how long I can Endure that bloody thrill But death remains And bullet waits The shrapnel rain Tore down the veins We all get lost Buried alive in mud With trench-bombs and guns in numbed hands We are all dead And there is no earthly reason To still believe in flags of our state I lie in the middle of no man’s lands Where fear and weapons meet I have run out of ammunition And I cannot retreat I see the bodies of dead comrades And crawl between their parts Pinned down by a crossfire From the enemy machine guns |
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| 6. | Zeppelin Raids | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
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Zeppelin raids Death comes in different ways It hangs in the air Spilled on the battleground It squashes you with tracks Too many ways to die Now decease coming down like Black vultures in the sky And you are bursting out Impaled All wounded Dissected Unburied Charred corpses Torn into pieces Departed Without breathing I’m running down thru the scorched earth Death overtakes me And quiet sound of working air screws Burns me down |
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| 7. | Ottoman Rise | 08:57 | Show lyrics |
|
Thru the night I hear war-cries Shots and whistles of yataghans Here comes the 57th infantry Regiment Lead by Ataturk Our ANZAC Corps Was entrenched at the Gallipoli coast Ottoman machine-guns Met us with fire We did not expect Such furious defense So far away from home We died At the nomads land Back into the sea Away from the coast Back into the sea Drop the gun and run We thought they were barbarians But encountered Well-trained and organized imperial army With cannons and machine-guns How can we win When their commander Ordered them: I do not order to fight, I order you to die. In the time which passes Until we die, other troops Can come forward And take our places Inshalah! Ottoman rise! Inshalah! |
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| Side B | |||
| 8. | Arditi | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
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I Light up the night, The purifying fire Of hand grenades Becomes your defiler Estimate Of the enemy’s intentions By the way We came for you in trenches Bayonet in throat Trench club stuck in your skull Overage Of bloodlust desires On and on Beat down the enemies By the way We came for you in trenches Guards of war When daylights gone, we light the fire Guards of war We took the death for you for hire Guards of war Bayonets as god, blood as religion Guards of war Vengeance in death, No benediction |
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| 9. | Battlefield | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
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The Fields Where I Died Brave and courage As long as ravens fly Flags and heroes Lay down to the ground Cost of freedom Death tracked us down as a hound Death tracked us down as a hound Embrace me till the end Death tracked us down as a hound I hope you all die alone |
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| 10. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
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(Instrumental) Oh, they put me in the Army And they handed me a pack, They took away my nice new clothes And dolled me up in tack. They marched me twenty miles a day To fit me for the war; I didn’t mind the first nineteen, But the last one made me sore! Oh, it’s not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you feel your limbs are growing older. And it’s not the hike On the hard turnpike That wipes away your smile, Nor the socks of sisters That raise the blooming blisters, It’s the last long mile! Some day they’ll send us over And they’ll put us in the trench, Taking pop shots at the Fritzes With the Tommys and the French. And someday we’ll be marching Through a town across the Rhine, And then, you bet, we’ll all forget These mournful words of mine! Oh, it’s not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you ... [faded out] |
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| 11. | Caught in the Crossfire (demo) | 06:06 | |
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| 12. | Frozen in Trenches (Christmas Truce) (demo) | 05:54 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 13. | Zeppelin Raids (demo) | 05:09 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 01:08:56 | |||
Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland!
| Members | |
|---|---|
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland (Intro) | 02:15 | |
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| 2. | Something in the Way (Nirvana cover, Schlacht an der Somme version) | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I’ve trapped Have all become my pets And I’m living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It’s okay to eat fish ’Cause they don’t have any feelings Something in the way Something in the way |
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| 3. | Zeppelin Raids Western Front Rmx by ✞ λ₴MѺÐ∆I ✞ | 04:01 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 4. | Caught in the Crossfire (Trench Demo 2014) | 06:06 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 5. | Frozen in Trenches (Trench Demo 2014) | 04:39 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 6. | Zeppelin Raids (Trench Demo 2014) | 04:12 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 7. | Preparing for the Next War (Outro) | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
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Argonnerwald, um Mitternacht, Ein Pionier steht auf der Wacht. |: Ein Sternlein hoch am Himmel stand, Bringt ihm ein Gruß vom fernen Heimatland. :| Und donnernd dröhnt die Artillerie. Wir stehen vor der Infanterie. |: Granaten schlagen bei uns ein, Der Franzmann will in unsere Stellung ’rein. :| Und droht der Feind auch noch so sehr, Wir Deutsche fürchten ihn nicht mehr. |: Ob er auch noch so stark mag sein, In unsere Stellung kommt er doch nicht ’rein. :| |
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| 34:35 | |||
Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland!
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| Side A | |||
| 1. | Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland (Intro) | 02:15 | |
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| 2. | Something in the Way (Nirvana cover, Schlacht an der Somme version) | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I’ve trapped Have all become my pets And I’m living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It’s okay to eat fish ’Cause they don’t have any feelings Something in the way Something in the way |
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| 3. | Zeppelin Raids Western Front Rmx by ✞ λ₴MѺÐ∆I ✞ | 04:01 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 4. | Caught in the Crossfire (Trench Demo 2014) | 06:06 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 5. | Frozen in Trenches (Trench Demo 2014) | 04:39 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| Side B | |||
| 6. | Zeppelin Raids (Trench Demo 2014) | 04:12 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 7. | Preparing for the Next War (Outro) | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
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Argonnerwald, um Mitternacht, Ein Pionier steht auf der Wacht. |: Ein Sternlein hoch am Himmel stand, Bringt ihm ein Gruß vom fernen Heimatland. :| Und donnernd dröhnt die Artillerie. Wir stehen vor der Infanterie. |: Granaten schlagen bei uns ein, Der Franzmann will in unsere Stellung ’rein. :| Und droht der Feind auch noch so sehr, Wir Deutsche fürchten ihn nicht mehr. |: Ob er auch noch so stark mag sein, In unsere Stellung kommt er doch nicht ’rein. :| |
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| 8. | Stosstrupp1917(Chernobyl Studios mix) | 05:30 | |
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| 9. | A70 Mephisto(live@MGM 2017) | 07:24 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 10. | Stosstrupp 1917(demo) | 05:16 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 52:45 | |||
Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland!
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | Für Kaiser, Volk und Vaterland (Intro) | 02:15 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 2. | Something in the Way (Nirvana cover, Schlacht an der Somme version) | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I’ve trapped Have all become my pets And I’m living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It’s okay to eat fish ’Cause they don’t have any feelings Something in the way Something in the way |
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| 3. | Zeppelin Raids Western Front Rmx by ✞ λ₴MѺÐ∆I ✞ | 04:01 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 4. | Caught in the Crossfire (Trench Demo 2014) | 06:06 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 5. | Frozen in Trenches (Trench Demo 2014) | 04:39 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 6. | Zeppelin Raids (Trench Demo 2014) | 04:12 | |
| (loading lyrics...) | |||
| 7. | Preparing for the Next War (Outro) | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
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Argonnerwald, um Mitternacht, Ein Pionier steht auf der Wacht. |: Ein Sternlein hoch am Himmel stand, Bringt ihm ein Gruß vom fernen Heimatland. :| Und donnernd dröhnt die Artillerie. Wir stehen vor der Infanterie. |: Granaten schlagen bei uns ein, Der Franzmann will in unsere Stellung ’rein. :| Und droht der Feind auch noch so sehr, Wir Deutsche fürchten ihn nicht mehr. |: Ob er auch noch so stark mag sein, In unsere Stellung kommt er doch nicht ’rein. :| |
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| 8. | A7V Mephisto(live@MHM 2017) | 07:24 | |
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| 9. | Stosstrupp 1917(demo) | 05:16 | |
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| 10. | Stosstrupp1917(Chernobyl Studios mix) | 05:30 | |
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| 52:45 | |||
Stoßtrupp 1917
| Members | |
|---|---|
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | Stoßtrupp 1917 | 05:16 | |
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| 05:16 | |||
Stoßtrupp 1917
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumarberg | Vocals |
| Tracks | |||
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| 1. | A7V Mephisto (live@MHM 2017) | 07:24 | |
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| 2. | Stoßtrupp 1917 | 05:16 | |
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| 12:40 | |||
The Blind Leading the Blind
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Band members | |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
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We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
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| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
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Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
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| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
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Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux |
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| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
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| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
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Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
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| 6. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
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If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
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| 7. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
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Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
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| 8. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
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Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
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| 9. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
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Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick |
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| 10. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
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| 11. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
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Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
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| 59:16 | |||
The Blind Leading the Blind
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
|
We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
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| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
|
Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
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| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux |
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| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
|
In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
|||
| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
|
Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
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| 6. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
|
If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
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| 7. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
|||
| 8. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
|
Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
|||
| 9. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick |
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| 10. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
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| 11. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
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Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
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| 59:16 | |||
The Blind Leading the Blind
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
|
We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
|||
| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
|
Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
|||
| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux |
|||
| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
|
In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
|||
| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
|
Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
|||
| 6. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
|
If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
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| 7. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
|||
| 8. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
|
Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
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| 9. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick |
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| 10. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
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| 11. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
|
Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
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| 59:16 | |||
The Blind Leading the Blind
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Disc 1 | |||
| Side A | |||
| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
|
(Instrumental) We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
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| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
|
Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
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| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux |
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| Side B | |||
| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
|
In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
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| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
|
Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
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| 6. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
|
Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
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| 31:38 | |||
| Disc 2 | |||
| Side A | |||
| 1. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
|
If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
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| 2. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
|||
| 3. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick |
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| Side B | |||
| 4. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
|||
| 5. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
|
(Instrumental) Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
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| 27:38 | |||
The Blind Leading the Blind
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
|
We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
|||
| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
|
Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
|||
| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux |
|||
| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
|
In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
|||
| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
|
Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
|||
| 6. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
|
If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
|||
| 7. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
|||
| 8. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
|
Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
|||
| 9. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick |
|||
| 10. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
|||
| 11. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
|
Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
|||
| 59:16 | |||
The Blind Leading the Blind
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
|
We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
|||
| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
|
Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
|||
| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Armour 1.27 inches of finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 rounds per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot here as in hell but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing A7V (x3) A7... Armour 1.27 inches of finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux I am in the iron coffin of death Watch me (x2) |
|||
| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
|
In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
|||
| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
|
Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
|||
| 6. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
|
If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
|||
| 7. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
|||
| 8. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
|
Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
|||
| 9. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
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Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Stormtrooper of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Stormtrooper of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war ends today Cowardly prick War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Stormtrooper of death |
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| 10. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
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Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
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| 11. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
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Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
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| 59:16 | |||
The Blind Leading the Blind
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Disc 1 | |||
| Side A | |||
| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
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(Instrumental) We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
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| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
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Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
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| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
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Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux |
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| Side B | |||
| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
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| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
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Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
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| 6. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
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Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
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| 31:38 | |||
| Disc 2 | |||
| Side A | |||
| 1. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
|
If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
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| 2. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
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| 3. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick |
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| Side B | |||
| 4. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
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| 5. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
|
(Instrumental) Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
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| 27:38 | |||
The Blind Leading the Blind
| Members | |
|---|---|
| Original line-up | |
| Band members | |
| 5.Division, Ulanen-Regiment Nr.3, Sergeanten - Vitalis Winkelhock | Guitars |
| 9.Division, Grenadier-Regiment Nr.7, Unteroffiziere - Armin fon Heinessen | Bass |
| 37.Division, Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr.73, Wachtmiester - Liam Fessen | Guitars |
| 2.Division, Infanterie-Regiment Nr.147, Oberleutnant - Ditmar Kumar | Vocals |
| 33.Div., 7.Thueringisches Inf.-Reg’t. Nr.96, Gefreite - Rusty Potoplacht | Drums |
| Guest/Session | |
| David Ingram | Vocals (additional, track 7) |
| Miscellaneous staff | |
| Alexander Backlund | Mixing |
| W. Smerdulak | Artwork |
| Olgerd | Engineering |
| Tracks | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | War In | 01:14 | Show lyrics |
|
We’ve watched you playing cricket And every kind of game At football, golf and polo, You men have made your name, But now your country calls you To play your part in war, And no matter what befalls you, We shall love you all the more, So come and join the forces As your fathers did before. [Refrain:] Oh! we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go For your King and your Country both need you so; We shall want you and miss you but with all our might and main We shall cheer you, thank you, kiss you When you come back again. |
|||
| 2. | Arrival. The Meuse-Argonne | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
|
Arrival The Meuse-Argonne offensive started like clockwork We planned to break through the Hindenburg line I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war On the second of October We entered and entrenched in the Argonne forest Hill 198 was our goal I know what we are fighting for Hopefully to end the war Blood, guts, bayonets and shells Kleiftroops attack with the flame In the Argonne forest we’re buried alive Let the mud flow through my veins Burst in the front, explosion behind My comrades get torn apart Our field artillery made a mistake By friendly fire we died We are along the road parallel 276 Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us For heaven’s sake stop it Departure This battle was the deadliest in US history Our losses were 26 thousands of human lives What are we fighting for? Don’t mess with the war |
|||
| 3. | A7V Mephisto | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Armour 1.27 inches of the finest cast German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of retribution which ruined the Villers-Bretonneux I am in the Sturmpanzerwagen of death Watch me until i end your breath April 24, evening, we began at 10 o’clock We woke up Mephisto and Tommy’s got shellshock 25 round per minute, I think that’s enough for fuck-up Whippet’s whipping around us By morning they all will give up It’s hot as hell in here but we do it all over again Reload all machineguns and cannon as well The roof armour was damaged but we’ll keep on fighting until The last of us can still shoot The last of us is still breathing Armour 1.27 inches of the finest East German steel 57 QF gun with 300 rounds, is ready to kill Six MG 08, Caliber 7.92 30 tons of useless metal Bogged in the mud of Villers-Bretonneux |
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| 4. | High Wood. 75 Acres of Hell | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
|
In the name of progression we allowed machine guns Murdering to succeed With dreadnoughts, cannons and tanks But nothing beats a cavalry which rushes at full gallop Old fashioned chopping off heads In battle there is no law Fight your fight Guide the horse onto thy enemy Knead the mud It’s cavalry attack Ride on fight Aim your lance onto thy enemy Hooves beat ground Royal Dragoons attack In the High Wood as scourge The 47th Division Trampling the foe in the mud of the forest We will fight because the Lord is with us, And we will put the germans to oblivion Vengeance in death Ride till i die Chopping off heads Enemy mine Vengeance in death |
|||
| 5. | Beat the Bastards (The Exploited cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
|
Slaves to the system, there’s no way out Slaves to the system, do you have a shout You’ve got to beat the bastards and beat ’em now Sick of policies putting me down Beat the bastards, beat them now Just out of school, dont have a clue No income support for you Can’t get a job, don’t get a chance Sick of politics leaving you out Beat the bastards, beat them now Money, money, power and strength Teenage kids with nothing to spend Hungry homeless, who gives a shit Sick of policies leaving me out Beat the bastards, beat them now |
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| 6. | Hanging on the Old Barbed Wire | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
|
If you want to find the General, I know where he is, If you want to find the General, I know where he is He’s pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest. If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is If you want to find the Colonel I know where he is, He’s sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut. I saw him, I saw him, Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut, If you want to find the Sergeant I know where he is If you want to find the Sergeant, I know where he is, He’s drinking all the company rum. I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum, If you want to find the Private I know where he is If you want to find the Private I know where he is He’s hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire, I saw him, hanging on the old barbed wire. |
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| 7. | Passchenhell | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Morning starts with killing a rat They crawl around in the trench Gobbling those of us who didn’t Drown in mud asleep Wounded and emaciated We’re waiting for the whistle to blow Our captain right here in front of us Lies dead in the shell hole Ashes to ashes - Dusto to dust Bayonets to rifles Counterattack Like a golem of ashes and clay We arise from a ruined trench Our lifes worth no more than The bloody mud of Passchendaele We shall move out of our holes Like worms of the earth I lay down in a flooded shell hole Our counterattack has failed There was only one last clip With 5 british .303 Jerrys sing their song in the trench And slowly comes my night If you’re stuck at the no man’s land Soon you will feed the rats |
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| 8. | C’est mon dernier pigeon | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
|
Though they dig down to Douaumont From there our bullets will take them And though they climb up to the Vaux From there we will pull them down We need more skulls Kill, kill, kill One ne passes pas Tuer, tuer, tuer 600 men who are not afraid to die Boches will swallow their pride This fort is our grave, you shall not pass Cross the Rubicon and die Buried ourselves as deep as we could We breathe down your neck Build barricades inside the corridors Our bayonets always near your throats Major Raynal counts the dead And prepares us for the final attack He opened the cage and let out the bird Our last racing homer pigeon Decisions made out of desperation We place the cannon in the corridor And when it swarms with Germans We shoot, walls splattered in blood |
|||
| 9. | Stoßtrupp | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
|
Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick And i swear you’ll like my hand grenade M17 War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death You’ll make me laugh when you start Screaming like a sheep Close your mouth, reload your gun, get a grip I am not an evil man, but i love to kill I swear you’ll like my bayonet - Butcher Bill War is painful So you better stay home Or the last thing you’ll see Is a Stosstruppen of death Like an angel of death with a flaming sword Me and my nine comrades Appear from beyond Like vultures we will grind your flesh without getting sick For you the war has ended today Cowardly prick |
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| 10. | The Hundred Days Offensive | 10:01 | Show lyrics |
|
Bombed last night, and bombed the night before Going to get bombed tonight If we never get bombed anymore When we’re bombed, we’re scared as we can be Can’t stop the bombing sent from higher Germany They’re over us, they’re over us One shell hole for just the four of us Thank your lucky stars there are no more of us ’Cause you can fill it all alone Gassed last night, and gassed the night before Going to get gassed tonight If we never get gassed anymore When we’re gassed, we’re as sick as we can be For Phosgene and Mustard Gas is too much for me They’re warning us, they’re warning us One respirator for the three of us Thank your lucky stars that two of us can run So you can use it all alone Keep your head down Keep your head down If you wanna stay alive Forget about honour, forget about pride And quietly crawl in the mud Shot last night, shot the night before We’re gonna get shot tonight If we never get shot anymore When we’re shot, we crawl as fast as we can At barbed wire we’re caught in machine gun crossfire They’re killing us, they’re killing us One helmet for the two of us Thank your lucky stars that one of us is dead So you can wear it all alone And die alone |
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| 11. | War Out | 01:55 | Show lyrics |
|
Private Perks is a funny little codger with a smile--a funny smile. Five feet none, he’s an artful little dodger with a smile--a funny smile. Flush or broke, he’ll have his little joke. He can’t be suppress’d. All the other fellows have to grin when he gets this off his chest--hi! ::Pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile. While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys--that’s the style. What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so pack all your troubles in your old kit-bag and smile, smile, smile.:: |
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| 59:16 | |||
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