| Raiding the trenches in the dead of the night
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| Infiltrating quickly under the cold moonlight
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| Armed with a knife and stielhandgranates
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| Sabotage the artillery and kill those who man it
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| Slitting the throats of those who sleep
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| Dumping the bodies for all to see
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| Reduce their morale and efficiency
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| Capture their officers and make them plead
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| The orange glow of a cigarette
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| Becomes a sentry taking his final breath
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| Blood will travel down the wall of the trench
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| We will bathe in the blood of the French
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| There is no morning for these men
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| Nocturnal warriors under the general’s command
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| We proudly stand among the Kaiser’s elite
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| For glory, honor, and the enemy at our feet
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| Sturmtruppen
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| Sturmtruppen
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| Sturmtruppen
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| Fear the elite
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| Feel the knife lodged deeply in your back
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| Bleeding out cold from the attack
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| The winds of death come swiftly this night
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| As your silhouette comes into sight
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| Immense pleasure is all I feel
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| The pride of my nation is all that is real
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| The mission completed upon the eve of dawn
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| By morning come we will be gone |