MG 42 from Panzerkrieg by Germanic Fren

In the trenches, echoes whisper, Stahl und Feuer (Steel and Fire) reign,
The MG-42's song, a rapid, deadly strain.
Durch den Nebel (Through the fog), through the smoke, it finds its mark,
A relentless thunder, in the daylight, or the dark.

Mit Präzision (With Precision) and fearsome speed,
The MG-42 leads, where the brave dare to tread.
In the hands of men, whose hearts beat with its rhythm,
A dance of death, in the chaos of the system.

Hear the MG-42, in the heat of the fight,
Ein Sturm aus Blei (A Storm of Lead),
In the darkest night.
Guardian of the front, with a thunderous sound,
In every soldier’s heart, its pulse is found.

Its pulse is found...

Hear the MG-42, in the heat of the fight,
Ein Sturm aus Blei (A Storm of Lead),
In the darkest night.
Guardian of the front, with a thunderous sound,
In every soldier’s heart, its pulse is found.

Its pulse is found...

• Folk
• German Folk
• Industrial Metal
• Metal
• Neue Deutsche Härte
• german metal
• United States