Coat Of Arms

Country in depression Nation in despair One man seeking reasons everywhere Growing hate and anger The Fuhrer's orders were precise Who was to be blamed and pay the price! Wicked propaganda Turning neighbors into foes Soldiers of the Third Reich searc

At dawn, envoy arrives Morning of October 28th 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,

You're in for surprise, you're in for a shock In London town streets when there's darkness and fog I'm going down, all the way down I'm on the highway to hell from here Blessed by the night, holy and bright Called by the toll of the bell Oh Mr. Crowl

(Words: John Robert, Music: Tor Magne and Lengsel) Horrific death, you are closing in on me Circling silently towards the centre of the earth The rails lead the way, night and day Black tracks ahead I keep my eyes on you Keep you in sight from a dist

Crack of the lightning splitting the ground Thunder is sounding, artilley pounding Wrath of the nazis cast on Bastogne Facing their forces alone Alone Alone Sent from the skies jumped into the unknown The march to Berlin has begun Spearhead the charg