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Sabaton - 40-1
Baptized in fire, 40 to 1
So silent before the storm,
awaiting command
a few has been chosen to stand, as one
outnumbered by far.
The orders from high command
Fight back all your ground
In early september it came
A war unknown to the world
No army may enter that land
That is protected by Polish Hand.
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone. Undone...
Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of the wehrmacht brought to our home.
The eight of September it starts
The rage of the Reich
A barrage of Mortars and guns
Stand fast, the Bunkers will hold.
The Captain has pledged his life
To face the fate here
The sound of artillery strike
Suffaced the thunder of guns.
So come bring on all that you've got
Come hell come highwater never stop
Unless you are 40 to 1
Your lives will soon be undone, undone...
Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of the wehrmacht brought to our home.
Always remember a fallen soldier
Always remember fathers and sons at war
Always remember a fallen soldier
Always remember fathers and sons at war
Always remember a fallen soldier
Always Remember Buried in history
No army may enter that land
That is protected by Polish Hand.
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone. Undone...
Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of the wehrmacht brought to our home.
No, No, No!
Baptized in fire, 40 to 1
So silent before the storm,
awaiting command
a few has been chosen to stand, as one
outnumbered by far.
The orders from high command
Fight back all your ground
In early september it came
A war unknown to the world
No army may enter that land
That is protected by Polish Hand.
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone. Undone...
Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of the wehrmacht brought to our home.
The eight of September it starts
The rage of the Reich
A barrage of Mortars and guns
Stand fast, the Bunkers will hold.
The Captain has pledged his life
To face the fate here
The sound of artillery strike
Suffaced the thunder of guns.
So come bring on all that you've got
Come hell come highwater never stop
Unless you are 40 to 1
Your lives will soon be undone, undone...
Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of the wehrmacht brought to our home.
Always remember a fallen soldier
Always remember fathers and sons at war
Always remember a fallen soldier
Always remember fathers and sons at war
Always remember a fallen soldier
Always Remember Buried in history
No army may enter that land
That is protected by Polish Hand.
Unless you are forty to one
Your force will soon be undone. Undone...
Baptized in fire, 40 to 1, spirit of Spartans, death and glory
Soldiers of Poland, second to none
Wrath of the wehrmacht brought to our home.
No, No, No!
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