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Killing Ground

At Fraustadt the Swedish forces faced
An army almost twice its size.
And on that day we showed the world not only
Our superiority in battle but also
How cruel man can be.

Frozen ground,
Ride with the wind
Emerge from the gunsmoke like demons
Rehnskiöld's men
Charging their flanks
The enemy trembles with fear

One by one the Saxons disband
Or die where they stand

Killing ground
Even though you surrender
Turn around
You will never survive
Killing ground
At the battle of Fraustadt

Fall in line
Battle formations
Show no fear
Riding them down
Break their will
Show them no mercy
Caroleans attack

Round them up, look into their eyes
They beg for their lives

See the Caroleans standing tall
All for one and one for all
Enemies fall at their feet
Begging for their mercy
See the Caroleans standing tall
Conquer lands and slaughter all
Enemies fall at their feet
Victory and great defeat

by 'Sabaton'

Battle of Fraustadt, February 2, 1706

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Coat of Arms

At dawn envoy arrives, morning of October 28:th
No-day proven by deed, descendants of Sparta Athens and Crete
Look north ready to fight, enemies charge from the hills
To arms facing defeat, there’s no surrender, there’s no retreat

Time after time, force their enemies back to the line

Call to arms banners fly in the wind
For the glory of Hellas
Coat of arms reading Freedom or Death
Blood of king Leonidas


Air raid pounding the land, bombers are flying both day and night
Endure 6 days of rain dropped by invaders bombraid in vain
Strike hard the tables have turned, drive them back over the hills
At arms just like before, soldiers, civilians, Hellas at war

By their own hand, forced the enemy out of their land

Call to arms banners fly in the wind
For the glory of Hellas
Coat of arms reading Freedom or Death
Blood of king Leonidas


Just like their ancestors ages ago, fought in the face of defeat
Those 300 men left a pride to uphold: freedom or death in effect

Then, now again, blood of heroes saving their land

Call to arms banners fly in the wind
For the glory of Hellas
Coat of arms reading Freedom or Death
Blood of king Leonidas


by 'Sabaton'

Greco-Italian War

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Aces In Exile

In the skies above the isle, Aces in exile prevail

From near and far they arrived, joined the force
Ready to serve the allied command
Sent into training though they already earned their wings
They were ready fly, they were fit for the fight

Once in the air, the battle begins
They have proven their worth, now they fly for revenge

Fighter pilots in exile fly over foreign land
Let their story be heard, tell of 303:rd
Fighter pilots from Poland in the battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle

Even at night shadows cover the ground
And the fighting goes on from dusk until dawn
With the claw of the reich with the claw of the eagle
They were ready to fly, they were ready to die

Up in the air the battle goes on
They have proven their worth, now they have their revenge

Fighter pilots in exile fly over foreign land
Tell their story again, tell of 310
Men from Czechoslovakia in the battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle

Over the battlefield brave men long way from home
few are the chosen ones sent to the sky to die

Fly, it echoes in history
Turning the tide in the heavens above

Fighter pilots in exile fly over foreign land
When the battle has been won, tell of 401
Fighter pilots from Canada in the battle of Britain
Guarding the skies of the isle

On wings of history they turned from home to live eternally skybound they roam
In all of history, never before was more owed to so few

Fighter pilots in exile!

by 'Sabaton'

Music video: http://youtu.be/yEcom3P9NSw
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Wehrmacht

Pulled into war to serve a vision
That's supposed to last a thousand years
Part of a machine unstoppable
As merciless as tidal waves

Were they the victims of the time
Or proud parts of larger goals?
Propaganda of the reich
Masterful machine

Time and again the battle rages on
Beyond the gates of misery
As casualties rise and millions die around them
Did they see it all?

Crazy madmen on a leash
Or young men who lost their way?
Grand illusions of the reich
May seem real at times

Panzers on a line
Form the Wehrmacht's spine
Lethal grand design
What about the men executing orders?


Ad victoriam, ex machina
Non sibi sed patriae
Ad victoriam, ex machina
Non sibi sed patriae

Pulled into war to serve a vision
That just didn't last a thousand years
Part of a machine
Though stoppable as merciless as tidal waves

Crazy madmen on a leash
Or young men who lost their way?
Grand illusions of the reich
May seem real at times

Panzers on a line
Form the Wehrmacht's spine
Lethal grand design
What about the men executing orders?

Panzers on a line
Form the Wehrmacht's spine
Lethal grand design
What about the men?


by 'Sabaton'

http://youtu.be/F4WQrfzn_-8

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Gott Mit Uns

Spent the night in formation
To the battle we march in the dawn
We were ready to die for our king
On the fields of Breitenfeld

Fire at will
Aim for their cannons
Counter attack
Thunder of guns

Gott mit uns
As we all stand united
All together Gott mit uns


From the old world's demise
See an empire rise
From the north reaching far
Here we are

On September the seventh
We filled their hearts with fear
Seven times they attacked on that day
Seven times they retreated

Cavalry charge
Follow the banner
After the king
Freedom we bring

Gott mit uns
As we all stand united
All together Gott mit uns


From the old world's demise
See an empire rise

From the north reaching far
Here we are

Breaking their lines
Thousands of soldiers
Run for their lives
Legend arise

Gott mit uns
As we all stand united
All together Gott mit uns


From the old world's demise
See an empire rise
From the north reaching far
Here we are
Here we are

by 'Sabaton'

Battle of Breitenfeld, September 7, 1631

http://youtu.be/Wnex2xQz6C4

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Panzerkampf
The Battle of Kursk

Into the motherland
The German army march

In the Soviet Union summer 1943
Tanks line up in thousands as far the eye can see
Ready for the onslaught
Ready for the fight
Waiting for the axis to march into a trap
Mines are placed in darkness
In the cover of the night
Waiting to be triggered
When the time is right
Imminent invasion, imminent attack

Once the battle started
There's no turning back

The end of the third Reich draws near
It's time has come to an end
The end of an era is here
It's time to attack!

Into the motherland the German army march
Comrades stand side by side to stop the Nazi charge
Panzers on Russian soil a thunder in the east
One million men at war
Soviet wrath unleashed!


Fields of Prokhorovka
Where the heat of battle burned
Suffered heavy losses
And the tide of war was turned
Driving back the Germans
Fighting on four fronts
Hunt them out of Russia
Out of Soviet land
Reinforce the front line
Force the axis to retreat
Send in all the reserves
Securing their defeat
Soldiers of the Union
Broke the citadel
Ruins of an army
Axis rest in hell

The end of the third Reich draws near
Its time has come to an end
The end of an era is here
Its time to attack

Into the motherland the German army march
Comrades stand side by side to stop the Nazi charge
Panzers on Russian soil a thunder in the east
One million men at war
Soviet wrath unleashed!


Onward comrades! Onwards for the Soviet Union! Charge!

Ow mother Russia!
Union of lands
Will of the people
Strong in command
Ow mother Russia!
Union of lands
Once more victorious the red army stands!

The end of the third Reich is here
Its time has come to an end
The end of an era is here
Its time to attack!

Into the motherland the German army march
Comrades stand side by side to stop the Nazi charge
Panzers on Russian soil a thunder in the east
One million men at war
Soviet wrath unleashed!


by 'Sabaton'

The Battle of Kursk, July 1943

http://youtu.be/AmVOF1QK0KM

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Swedish Pagans

Wo, ho, ho

The wise woman said
''Once you're hardened in battle, there's no coming back''
(Fight or fall)
And before the attack

Feel your blood starts to boil
In your veins as you charge
(Hundreds fallen)
As the fire inside is ignited by bloodshed

In berserkers from north
Could it be as was said
When the serpent be woken
Fenrir howls

Swedish pagans, marching a shore
Forged in Valhalla by the hammer of Thor
Out from Asgard, our viking ship sails
Never to turn back again


Wo, ho, ho

Where brothers have past is where we'll be proven
The ground they begun
(Standing tall)
And we know if we fall, our comrades awaits in Valhall
(Odin's calling)

As the fire inside, is ignited by bloodshed
In the circuits of nord
Will it be as was said, will the serpents be woken
Fenrir howls

Swedish pagans, marching ashore
Forged in Valhalla by the hammer of Thor
Out from Asgard, our viking ship sails
Never to turn back again


First to the battle, first to the feast
Destiny waiting, no retreat, retreat

Swedish pagans, marching ashore
Forged in Valhalla by the hammer of Thor
Out from Asgard, our viking ship sails
Never to turn back again


Wo, ho, ho

by 'Sabaton'

http://youtu.be/kbWc3NPpXTQ

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Cliffs of Gallipoli

Hear them whisper,
voices from the other side
Hear them calling
former foes now friends are resting side by side

They will never leave our hearts or fade away
live forever
they were far to young to die in such a way

how many wasted lives
how many dreams did fade away
broken promises
they won't be coming home

Oh mothers wipe your tears
your sons will rest a million years
found their peace at last
as foe turned to friend
and forgive
And they knew they'd die

Gallipoli
Left their letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust


Hell is waiting where the ocean meets the sand
Cliffs of burden
where the soldiers rushed into a certain death

At the shoreline
Blood of heroes stains the land
light a candle
One for each of them who fought and died in vain

There is no enemy
There is no victory
Only boys who lost their lives in the sand
Young men were sacrificed
Their names are carved in stone and kept alive
and forever we will honor the memory of them
And they knew they would die

Gallipoli
Left their letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust


how many wasted lives
how many dreams did fade away
broken promises
they won't be coming home

Oh mothers wipe your tears
your sons will rest a million years
found their peace at last
as foe turned to friend
and forgive
And they knew they would die

Gallipoli
Left their letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust


by 'Sabaton'

The Gallipoli Campaign

http://youtu.be/haTeUygxUys

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Uprising

Warsaw Rise!

Do you remember when,
when the Nazis forced their rule on Poland
1939 and the allies turned away
From the underground
rose a hope of freedom as a whisper
City in despair, but they never lost their faith

Women, men and children fight
they were dying side by side
And the blood they shed upon the streets
was a sacrifice willingly paid

Warsaw, city at war
Voices from underground, whispers of freedom
1944 help that never came
Calling
Warsaw, city at war
Voices from underground, whispers of freedom
Rise up and hear the call
History calling to you
Warszawo, walcz!


Spirit, soul and heart
in accordance with the old traditions
1944 still the allies turn away
Fighting street to street
in a time of hope and desperation
Did it on their own and they never lost their faith

All the streetlights in the city
broken many years ago
Break the curfew, hide in sewers
Warsaw, it's time to rise now

Warsaw, city at war
Voices from underground, whispers of freedom
1944 help that never came
Calling
Warsaw, city at war
Voices from underground, whispers of freedom
Rise up and hear the call
History calling to you
Warszawo, walcz!


by 'Sabaton'

The Warsaw ghetto uprising, April 19, 1943

http://youtu.be/01IaKb6DmTw

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A Lifetime of War

Two ways to view the world
So similar at times
Two ways to rule the world
To justify their crimes

By kings and queens young men are sent to die in war
Their propaganda speaks those words been heard before
Two ways to view the world brought Europe down in flames
Two ways to rule

Has man gone insane
A few will remain
Who'll find a way
To live one more day
Through decades of war
It spreads like disease
There's no sign of peace
Religion and greed cause millions to bleed
Three decades of war


From dawn to dawn they're fighting die where they stand
The fog of war lies thick when armies scorch the land
When all of Europe is burning what can be done
They've been to war a decade two more to come

Long way from home
(Döpas och dö i strid)
Lifetime at war

Has man gone insane
A few will remain
Who'll find a way
To live one more day
Through decades of war
It spreads like disease
There's no sign of peace
Religion and greed cause millions to bleed
Three decades of war


When they face death they're all alike
No right or wrong
Rich or poor
No matter who they served before
Good or bad
They're all the same
Rest side by side now

Has man gone insane
A few will remain
Who'll find a way
To live one more day
Through decades of war
It spreads like disease
There's no sign of peace
Religion and greed cause millions to bleed
Three decades of war


by 'Sabaton'

http://youtu.be/zvdbDw5bXnQ

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The Art of War

I stand alone
And gaze upon the battlefield
Wasteland
Is all that's left after the fight
And I'm searching a new way to defeat my enemy
Bloodshed
I've seen enough of death and pain

I will run - they will hunt me in vain
I will hide - they'll be searching
I'll regroup - feign retreat
They'll pursue
Coup de grace

I will win but never fight
That's the Art of War!

Breaking the will to fight among the enemy
Force them to hunt me
They will play my game
And play by my rules
I will be close but still untouchable
No more will I see suffering and pain

They will find me no more
I'll be gone
I will have them surrounded
They will yield without fight
Overrun
Coup de grace

I will win but never fight
That's the Art of War

Broken and lost
Tired of war
They'll surrender to me
Caught in my trap
There's no way out
Fail never again

I will run - they will hunt me in vain
I will hide - they'll be searching
I'll regroup - feign retreat
They'll pursue
Coup de grace

I will win but never fight
That's the Art of War!


by 'Sabaton'

http://youtu.be/sDZjxTKgd5g

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