Songtext von Stalowa Bestia (The Steel Beast)

In the storms of the Racial War We won't bend to the hail of bullets We are on the first front line We offer hard resistance It is coming a huge battle, the final hit Here, it will determine nations fate And the future of the White race Storm, storm - a step back Feel cold steel our bayonets Fire, steel, death and bloodshed Our bullets will riddle their bodies Fire and death in the steel storms In the steel storms - we won't bend In the hurricane of fire - we won't bow our heads Our mortal enemies We will prepare bloody massacre In the scuffle we will show them The deepest chasm fear With the fire in eyes we will jump to the throat This great moment is coming Thousands must die today For the White race will survive In the steel storms - we won't bend In the hurricane of fire - we won't bow our heads