King Tiger - Panzerchrist

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