An arrangement with Colonel Von Gruber,
The cruel head of S.S Totenkopf Division.
That we shall only fight during night,
With a proven merciless deadly precision.
We finally arrive as night slowly falls,
From my truck's coffins a vile low hissing.
For my Master and fellow countrymen,
From their bloodthirst there's no dismissing...
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