With talk and song to spread the word

Of joy and praise; to lead the third

Gallant steps, silver wings were spread

To the south and east, who seemed to dread

The rising sun engulfs the land

An Eagle fans the flames at hand

The west to welcome with whistles and cheers

The faces glistened through metallic tears

Follow hands on hearts with rousing speech

Vermillion seas would lap the beach

A metal monster surfs the waves

A Bismarck putting men to graves

An eerie fog rolled across its bow

Leviathan was hidden now

To South and south the steel blades mowed

From pyramids to deserts and where rivers flowed

The islands of tricks where the locals would hide

Jump out and grab you and drag you inside

Winged dogs threw metal and fire

Through the air they dived, to kill was desire

From Kraut to Tango and Charlie to Bogey

No human to see, a target Shinobi.

The beast had emerged like a fog laden buoy

The hunters had found him and cried: “destroy!”.

The Phoenix had scorched and the loss was too great

The fury had grown, we must retaliate.

To north we shall March to the icy barrens

A pennies worth to pay to your Charon’s.

Auf der Heide blüt ein kleines Blümelein

Un das heißt: Erika.

Alas such short and sweet venture dwindles we must retreat

Such poverty and division awaits us to greet.

The ice golem awakens and ceases their March

Rations are rationed until supplies are parched.

The adventure is over and no more talks or songs

The tolling of bells, the bangs and the bongs

The eagle sores high and its payload is dropped

The World in the east, suddenly stopped.

An end to the travels of miasma and death

For once the world let out a breath.

But the fog of war shall venture again

Again and again and again and again