Tracks

03. He Is Dead Who Will Not Fight
04. Infants' Graves
05. Weep No More
06. Flame Of The Panzerchrist
07. Lumps Of Rotting Clay
08. War In The North



03. He Is Dead Who Will Not Fight

Music by Panzerchrist
Lyrics by Bo Summer
The naked earth is warm with spring
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun's gaze glorying
And quivers in the sunny breeze
And life is colour and warmth and light
And a striving evermore for these
And he is dead who will not fight
And who dies fighting has increase

All the bright company of Heaven
Hold him in their high comradeship
The Dog-Star, and the Sisters Seven
Orion's Belt and sworded hip

The woodland trees that stand together
They stand to him!

And life is colour and warmth and light
And a striving evermore for these
And he is dead who will not fight
And who dies fighting has increase

Christ - Thy name is Panzer!


04. Infants' Graves

Music by Panzerchrist
Lyrics by Bo Summer
Infants' graves are steps of angels, where
Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose
God is their parent, and they need no tear
He takes them to His bosom from earth's woes
A bud their lifetime and a flower their close
Their spirits are an Iris of the skies
Needing no prayers; a sunset's happy close
Gone are the bright rays of their soft blue eyes
Flowers weep in dew-drops over them, and the gale gently sighs

Their lives were nothing but a sunny shower
Melting on flowers as tears melt from the eye
Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven's amaranth bower
And tolled on flowers as Summer gales went by
They bowed and trembled, and they left no sigh
And the sun smiled to show their end was well
Infants have nought to weep for ere they die
All prayers are needless, beads they need not tell
White flowers their mourners are, Nature their passing bell


05. Weep No More

Music by Panzerchrist
Lyrics by Bo Summer
Weep no more! Nor sigh, nor groan
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone
Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully
Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see


06. Flame Of The Panzerchrist

Music by Panzerchrist
Lyrics by Bo Summer
Church of Christ breeding hate, the flame of hell shall rise
Satan's force rains from the throne to slay the priest of lies
1,000 years was bound by chain, Satanus seeks revenge
Burning flame, the Antichrist - no mercy, no repent

Lightning strikes the knell of death, panic runs below
Holy priest, he prays in vain, the winds of death now blow
Flame of the Panzerchrist

Satan's troops they march from hell, the resurrected dead
Church of Christ lay under siege, the flame of death burns red
Demons slay the king of kings, destroy this holy shrine
Bow to me the Panzerchrist, the house of god is mine

Lightning strikes the knell of death, panic runs below
Holy priest, he prays in vain, the winds of death now blow
Flame of the Panzerchrist

In sacred tongue they try to fight, Satan holds the force
Wind and flame exerting death, destruction of the cross
Spirits scream with chants of doom, Lucifer has come
Distant hopes the heavens fall, in hell thy will be done

Lightning strikes the knell of death, panic runs below
Holy priest, he prays in vain, the winds of death now blow
Flame of the Panzer...
Christ, thy name is Panzer


07. Lumps Of Rotting Clay

Music by Panzerchrist
Lyrics by Bo Summer
No Man's Land is an eerie sight
At early dawn in the pale gray light
Never a house and never a hedge
In No Man s Land from edge to edge
And never a living soul walks there
To taste the fresh of the morning air
Only some lumps of rotting clay
That were friends or foemen yesterday

What are the bounds of No Man s Land?
You can see them clearly on either hand
A mound of rag-bags gray in the sun
Or a furrow of brown where the earthworks run
From the eastern hills

Christ - Thy name is Panzer!


08. War In The North

Music by Panzerchrist
Lyrics by Bo Summer
Honour marched courageous hearts
Through our city streets
Joyous youth corrupt, defiled
By the touch of lethal steel
Boys made men we were sent back then
To be our lands elite
To join in battle on foreign soil
To be the chosen few

War is war; nothing more

Violent noise and beating rain
Hot metal screams, torn flesh steams
Blood, mud, fear, pain

War is war; nothing more

By war's swift touch a life lays broken
Pleading eyes leave nothing unspoken
A clutching hand slowly loosens
And when death shrieks its triumph
A boy man answers

War is war; nothing more

Some returned, the "lucky ones"
To safety, friends, to make amends
To dull the pain - to feel the same

To give mother's the lie to light pride's flame
"He died for us all, no fear - no pain"

Christ! Thy name is Panzer!