Built to grind, these wheels roll On the fields where iron crosses grow Lead on my chariot to promised lands Let them be conquered by our hands Rolling, crushing, slashing, smashing On all pistons we continue trashing Through the mud, through the snow Over the rivers, to the front we go These threads keep rolling on Barrels forward, Panzer Voran Be it sand, be it snow Against all elements, into the foe Round for round, to the last man We are a legion of the damned Our skin like leather, our heart like steel We are but a cog in the wheel Death is welcome, you are too Glory awaits us, the chosen few These threads keep rolling on Barrels forward, Panzer Voran Rolling, crushing, slashing, smashing On all pistons we continue trashing Through the mud, through the snow Over the rivers, to the front we go Our skin like leather, our heart like steel We are but a cog in the wheel Death is welcome, you are too Glory awaits us, the chosen few