The Battle

Battle of Stalingrad

Out along the Volga Minds set to kill Men standing ground with iron will Death march approaching Evil in stride Now the God of War joins the other side Gunfire and bloodshed Shredding flesh and bone As young men die in the killing zone Through streets to factories Fighting hand to hand Be prepared to die for the Motherland So hungry, so cold But there can be no surrender For greed and pride take hold Blood is the cry We'll kill or die For Stalingrad Stalingrad We'll kill or die Stalingrad Blood is the cry It's the battle of Stalingrad Two soldiers dying Huddled and blind Enemies no more they've come to find Mission forgotten Now brothers in death They hold each other fast 'till the final breath So hungry, so cold No, there can be no surrender For greed and pride take hold So hungry, so cold We're only following orders We gave our hearts and souls Brothers we fight Frozen in time In Stalingrad Stalingrad Frozen in time Stalingrad Yeah, brothers we fight The battle of Stalingrad Stalingrad Stalingrad Frozen in time It's the battle of Stalingrad The battle of Stalingrad Stalingrad Stalingrad Stalingrad

Galley

Pulling the weight up against the wind Is the plight of the galley slave Chained to this cold bench, six to the oar Sentenced to an early grave With iron in our souls and fire in our wrists Slicing the waves and the sea Rotting below, they'll not let us go Only mutiny or death set us free Arms grow numb and the blood doth drip To the beat of the drum, from the crack of the whip We're damned, to the Galley We're chained, to the Galley of pain We're damned, to the Galley We're slaves, chained to the Galley of pain [Narration:] "The salt made the oar handles like shark skin And our lips we're cut to the gums And you whipped us because: we could not row" "Will you never let us go?" Splintered and split, the hands of the doomed Endlessly toil by the hour Bodies broken, shackled with hatred As the soul grows sour Off in the distance, the cry of the gulls And the smell of approaching land With our last ounce of strength, we pull to the shore And dream to escape if we can But Sirens attack, with their songs of love Mermaids surround us as off we shove Our arms still numb and the blood still drips To the beat of the drum, from the crack of the whip Damned, to the Galley We're chained, to the Galley of pain Damned, to the Galley We're slaves, chained to the Galley of pain We're rotting in the Galley hole [Solo] Damned, to the Galley We're chained, to the Galley of pain We're damned, to the Galley We're slaves, chained to the Galley of pain Only death can set us free

Hand of Doom

Hands of doom are reaching out to crush all infidels who stray Time to know the pain, but no time to run within And these hands you see before you will end the light of day Your ashes will be cast into the wind Your blood's upon the soil, your body fed to wolves Not one of you will be left alive Hear the sound pounding and the army of the night By the hammer of thor you now shall die Tonight we strike, there is thunder in the sky Together we'll fight, some of us will die We'll always remember that we made a stand And many will die by my hand We are high atop a mountain with hammers in the wind Lusting for blood and death again In a flash of lightning strike Now the house of death invites you, body and soul to come within I see the fear you have inside you can run but never hide I will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb Nothing shall remain not your memory, your name It will be as though you never, ever lived Tonight we strike, there is thunder in the sky Together we'll fight, some of us will die We'll always remember that we made a stand Many will die by my hand They will die... High atop a mountain with hammers in the wind Lusting for blood and death again In a flash of lightning strike Now the house of death invites you, body and soul to come within I see the fear you have inside you can run but never hide I will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb Nothing shall remain not your memory, your name It will be as though you never, ever lived Tonight we strike, there is thunder in the sky Together we'll fight, some of us will die But we'll always remember that we made a stand And many will die by my hand They will die, by my hand... they will die...

The March

Funeral March