Song Lyrics
Whole generation in the front line dying, whole generation in the front line dying, pro patria mori
Machinegun rips us apart, industrialized
Few hundred years in blood drenched, the signal out of the trench, few hundred years in blood drenched
Industrialized, gas attack we are the cannon fodder
the signal out of the trench
Emperor and fatherland, dulce et decorum est, students and children we are
The signal out of the trench, students and children we are
With our bodies feeding the meat hammer, the wounded crying God,, with our bodies feeding the meat hammer
Fighting to the final breath, coming home with only one hand, machinegun rips us apart
Conscripted to death, your legs are splattered, the wounded crying
Whole generation in the front line dying, the signal out of the trench Fatherland, with our bodies feeding the meat hammer
Gas attack we are the cannon fodder, industrialized
The wounded crying, few hundred years in blood drenched, pro patria mori
Spine is broken, conscripted to death God,, fighting to the final breath
crippled for god emperor and fatherland
Crippled for god emperor and fatherland, pro patria mori
few hundred years in blood drenched
few hundred years in blood drenched
The wounded crying, students and children we are
industrialized
The signal out of the trench, crippled for god emperor and fatherland
gas attack we are the cannon fodder
The signal out of the trench, students and children we are Emperor, industrialized
With our bodies feeding the meat hammer, emperor and fatherland
Spine is broken, students and children we are God,, spine is broken
Then bloodshed with the bayonet, crippled for god emperor and fatherland
The signal out of the trench, emperor and fatherland God,, the wounded crying
Industrialized, few hundred years in blood drenched
Emperor and fatherland, the wounded crying And, whole generation in the front line dying