Battleships are leaving port, They are heading north, Squadrons of cruisers are coming forth, The cold Norwegian fjords await. Trained in the Baltic
This is times of battle, This is times of war, This is time for discipline, No mercy for a war whore. Life turns harsh, But lust does not disappear,
An open wound since World War I, Feeding the hatred of a tyranny to come. Empowered and selected in 1933, The Wolf hunger rises in Germany. Across
A nation small from the north so cold, Our consensus is now to fall, Former brothers start hating each other, Both claim to fight for the Nordic soul
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Far away, the sound of a symphony, Wagner the soundtrack to my tragedy, Broken ribs and bloody feet, Ripped off hair and knocked out teeth, Brutal assault
Resistance is growing by the day. Some men fight for freedom, Some men die for you, Some men fight the oppressor, Warriors of the Milorg group. By Allied
