Plowed soil, the dust obscures the sunshine
They slowly ride lined up in one line.
Armored flesh, some beating hearts inside,
Flammable blood – the bastions of the might.

Silent march, only engine’s roar
Not a dumb, just waiting for the call.
Their words are blasting death,
Destruction by fire breath.

As if from the chaos, from the eternal slumber
Rise of gods of war and thunder,
Founders of Armageddon, of total sepulture.
They are demons of the ancient cultures.

Mud, slush – thru everything they ride.
Thru the light of day into the black of night,
From embrace of winter to empty desert’ hell
Where the reign of war forever dwell.

They came from horizon, they bring pain and mutilation.
Their armor will be washed with blood from lacerations.
The dawn of fire has begun. They rise up from the slumber.
Death will spread around the world and worship The Gods of Thunder.

Fire!
Destructive ire!

Here’s no peace – came the order to attack.
Wounded soldiers are screaming under track.
There’s only one goddess.
In the name of war they will take their harvest.

Now First seeds sprouted on the field
Irrigated with blood, warmed by overkill.
Fertilized with broken, charred bodies.
Napalm will reap it with the fires.

Rising ground fills the trenches with the dead
Blood-ashen mess left behind their step
Steel wedge crushes everything on its way
Towns became ruins, a free man became a slave.

Hear their call. Let them fill your heart with fear
Thunder getting close, Apocalypse is near.
Hear the clank of their tracks beside…
Worship Thunder god and immediately Die!