Born from the will to conquest An idle fit of megalomania Five thousand troops deployed Still energetic and conceited Now all enslaved by this war machine All devoted And so faithful to the gods of iron Yeah Forward march Break their fortresses Ready to fire all the shells Engineering data never seen before Maximum capacities, committed only to Damnation and aggrandizement Born from propaganda, now sparking wicked hopes A dark metallic symbol of belligerence Forward march Break their fortresses Ready to fire one more shell Penetrating powers never seen before Maximum capacities, committed only to delusion Utmost combat strength Only in theory Born from desperation, the need to make the populace believe Yet just one phallic symbol of a falling reign Now all enslaved by this war machine All devoted And so faithful to the gods of iron Forward march Break their fortresses Now fire one last shell Phantasmagoria As they accept the offering And hail another wonder weapon Krupp and his servants never fail to win