502

Panzers march

 Whether it stormed or snowed or the sun was smiling at them
 If the night was black or the day boiling warm
 Thoir faces were dusty but their spirits were high
 Their panzers it raced along with the storm

 With thundering engines as fast as lightning
 Through victory and defeat they fought their way
 With blockades and tanks the foes tried to stop them
 But in full speed they rolled at their prey

 Beast of prey
 2000 hostile tanks they slayed
 Takings its toll
 To panzer battle they called

 Their fighting will forever stand no mark
 But at last their faithless luck them couldn't save
 When the bullets killed them and their fate sat in
 Then their panzer became their grave

 502 - Beast of prey
 502 - 2000 hostile tanks they slayed
 502 - taking its toll
 502 - to panzer battle they called