Panzers march
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Whether it stormed or snowed or the sun was smiling at them
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If the night was black or the day boiling warm
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Thoir faces were dusty but their spirits were high
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Their panzers it raced along with the storm
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With thundering engines as fast as lightning
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Through victory and defeat they fought their way
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With blockades and tanks the foes tried to stop them
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But in full speed they rolled at their prey
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Beast of prey
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2000 hostile tanks they slayed
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Takings its toll
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To panzer battle they called
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Their fighting will forever stand no mark
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But at last their faithless luck them couldn't save
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When the bullets killed them and their fate sat in
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Then their panzer became their grave
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502 - Beast of prey
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502 - 2000 hostile tanks they slayed
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502 - taking its toll
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502 - to panzer battle they called
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Marduk |