Mid of july, the sumer breze Carries scent of blood along Those times we fear To lose a dream, to lose a nation
Our strategy, a master plan Slowly writing history A genius trap coming their way Fate will not let us down today
I don't defeat the enemy I defend what i beleive is right My role in this war is to bring To my country a glory to taste
Tannenberg when they lost the game Surrounding their men We let them no chance Tannenberg, luck was on our side That they never changed their mind Tannenberg, when i chose that name I remember the knights Who fell in the past Shall this victory lighten their memory Everywhere, all the same
Togeather as one, in the fronting line Men are ready for the fight I know they fear To lose a dream, to lose their reason
Falling around, one by one Victims of fate will soon abound But rules are clear as they see They can only survive by killing
They don't defeat the enemy They obey orders we have given You soldiers of fortune know We owe you the glory we taste
Here i stand Watching the line There they stand, togeather Fall with pride On both sides Men are a band of brothers
But counting thje dead is somehow Changing the glory to waste
Tannenberg , if i had done wrong I wouldn't live to long... a regret so strong