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Strike! Raise my fist to the Aryan nation,
Kiss freedom goodbye, its on vacation,
March in step, keep your head down,
Don't let the Fuhrer see your frown.

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Strike forth across the land,
I burn, I pillage,
scortching every meter of earth,
every village,
Plunder the gold and silver,
******** Mother Earth, I'm the one who killed her

Red sun on red blood,
mixed with dirt and mud,
the land has been clensed in the Fuhrer's name,
things will never be the same.

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Enemys on all sides,
no one cares who lives or dies,
just gotta make it to the end of the day,
got no time to love or play,

Strike fear into the enemy,
at least the one I see,
must kill them, its either them or me,
This is the only law that sets me free.

I am a weapon, bred for war,
this is the only thing of which I am sure,
life has no meaning, save to end,
it would be no use for me to pretend,


Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Plunge myself into hell,
Will I survive? God knows damn well.
Unstopable, can't kill a machine,
somthing this cold or something this mean.
I strike too hard, I strike too keen.
Wall of bodies in front of me,
streching as far as I can see.
Lets see how much pain we can inflict,
lets make the bleed.


Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.