King Tiger plough our way, tear asunder
Set their flesh ablaze, rip open their armour
Shield us from their shells, give us passage
Be our home as we fare, see that we prevail
Let your shells
Become beacons
For us and
Infantry alike
Sound your thunder loud and proud
Spread your terror
Let them bathe in vanity
Trick them to be bold
Let them charge with false beliefs
The stop them dead cold
Set their flesh ablaze
None shall remain
Death by attrition
No mother shall hail her son
No man to show affection
When all is won and none is lost
Guide us back home safe
And should the enemy break our mettle
Be our rusty grave

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