Raiding the trenches in the dead of the night
Infiltrating quickly under the cold moonlight
Armed with a knife and stielhandgranates
Sabotage the artillery and kill those who man it
Slitting the throats of those who sleep
Dumping the bodies for all to see
Reduce their morale and efficiency
Capture their officers and make them plead
The orange glow of a cigarette
Becomes a sentry taking his final breath
Blood will travel down the wall of the trench
We will bathe in the blood of the French
There is no morning for these men
Nocturnal warriors under the general's command
We proudly stand among the Kaiser's elite
For glory, honor, and the enemy at our feet

Sturmtruppen

Fear the elite

Feel the knife lodged deeply in your back
Bleeding out cold from the attack
The winds of death come swiftly this night
As your silhouette comes into sight
Immense pleasure is all I feel
The pride of my nation is all that is real
The mission completed upon the eve of dawn
By morning come we will be gone