Texty:
Panzerchrist Battalion Beast

Infant' graves are steps of angels, where Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose. God is their parent, and they need no tear; He takes them to His

the Antichrist - no mercy, no repent Lightning strikes the knell of death, panic runs below Holy priest, he prays in vain, the winds of death now blow Flame of the Panzerchrist

.......... Weep no more ! Nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone: Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.