Sabaton Långa Bollar På Bengt

Jag tänker tillbaks på min korta sejour

Som tolvårig grabb i fotbollsskor

Jag fick instruktioner, jag skulle gå

Som back till vänster och tänka på

Att kämpa och springa och bara slå

Långa bollar på Bengt

Bengt, han var påläggskalv

Långa bollar på Bengt

Jag blev befordrad till vänsterhalv

Långa bollar på Bengt

Jag tänkte: – Nu får jag min chans… så befängt

Det går så sällan som man tänkt

Min entusiasm kom på skam, den blev dränkt

I långa bollar på Bengt

Långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

Långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

En dag för inte längesen gick jag mej till fotbollsplanen ner

Långa bollar på Bengt

Döm av min förvåning, vem tror ni att jag ser

Långa bollar på Bengt

Jo, Bengt som blitt tränare nu på äldre år

Och center var hans egen grabb, Bengt Junior

Resten fick order: – Se till att ni slår

Långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

Långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

Slå långa bollar

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Långa bollar på Bengt

Bara långa bollar

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Sabaton Sparta

Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore

Heeding Leonidas’ call the Spartans went to war

Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde

Hellenic hearts are set aflame, the hot gate calls their name

A final stand, stop the Persians, spear in hand

Form a wall, live to fall, and live forever

Sparta! Hellas!

Then, and again, sing of three hundred men

Slaughter! Persians!

Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender

Morning has broken, today they’re fighting in the shade

When arrows blocked the sun they fell, tonight they dine in hell

By traitor’s hand, secret passage, to their land

Know his name, know his shame will last forever

Sparta! Hellas!

Then, and again, sing of three hundred men

Slaughter! Persians!

Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender

Sparta! Hellas!

Then, and again, sing of three hundred men

Slaughter! Persians!

Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender

Sabaton Hail To The King

Once we lived in harmony, but it seems so distance now.

Even though it wasn’t long ago, were all doomed to plague and death.

Working hard from dawn ’til dusk.

But that ain’t enough for him

Product of unholy love, untrue brother of a king.

Know that you’ll fail, now hear us hail

Your brother that you killed.

Hail to the king that brought peace to us all.

Rise from your grave, hear our call.

We’ll not forget that you once saved our land.

Killed by your own brothers hand.

Pure evil and cruelty, the true nature of your soul

Mercy and responsibility, words that you can’t understand.

Your quest for total control will only end in your own fall.

We’ will fight for our freedom, and our right to live.

Do it your way, soon you will pay

Debts with your own blood.

Stars so bright, dance in the night

Day come soon, hide the moon

Stars so bright dance in the night

Day come soon, killing the moon

Morning breaks it’s time to march, to the castle of betrayal.

Bring your sword, wield your armour, we won’t take this anymore.

Kill the tyrant he must die, for his falseness and his crimes.

Strike him down, and slay his guards, and his ministers as well.

Done it your way, now you will pay

Debts with your own blood.

Sabaton The Nature Of Warfare

“Water shapes its course according to the nature of the ground over which it flows;

the soldier works out his victory in relation to the foe whom he is facing.

Therefore, just as water retains no constant shape, so in warfare there are no constant conditions.”

Sabaton Rorke’s Drift

News that came that morning told that the main force had been slain

Chance for peace and justice gone, and all talks had been in vain

A prince had been offended and he had gone the path of war

Now that 1500 men are dead, and the Zulus at the door

Zulus attack

Fight back to back

Show them no mercy and

Fire at will

Kill or be killed

Facing, awaiting

A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near

There’s no surrender

The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke’s Drift controlled

Later on that fateful day as they head towards the drift

Stacking boxes, fortify, preparations must be swift

Spears and shields of oxen hide facing uniforms and guns

As the rifles fire echoes higher, beating like the sound of drums

Zulus attack

Fight back to back

Show them no mercy and

Fire at will

Kill or be killed

Facing, awaiting

A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near

There’s no surrender

The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke’s Drift controlled

1879, when a few held the line

Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked

Where a last stand was made, and the Empire saved

Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked

Zulus attack

Fight back to back

Show them no mercy and

Fire at will

Kill or be killed

Facing, awaiting

A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near

There’s no surrender

The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke’s Drift controlled

A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near

There’s no surrender

The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke’s Drift controlled

Sabaton Panzer Battalion

Under this sun no shadows will fall

Piercing our eyes as we charge

An armoured battalion on course to the east

Closing the end of it’s march

This time we’re here to finish a job

Started a decade ago

Driving the animals out of their holes

To bury them 6 feet below

Armoured tanks of mass destruction

Killers in the east

Rats who dares to stand before us

Feel our guns go live

[Chorus:]

Death in the shape of a panzer battalion

Insect of terror don’t run face your fate like a

Man cannot outrun our panzer battalion

Thousands of tons of armour and guns

Making it’s way through the sand

Our panzer battalion is back for revenge

Artillery sweeping the land

First strike is ours no mercy is shown

There’s rivers of blood in our track

Breaking their waves of defence with our tanks

Infantry watching our back

Blow their SAM sites clear for air strike

Ready for the storm

Minefields swept there’s no surrender

Feel our napalm burn

[Chorus x2]

Under this sun no shadows will fall

Piercing our eyes as we charge

An armoured battalion on course to the east

Has reached the end of it’s march

Armoured tanks of mass destruction

Killers in the east

Rats who dares to stand before us

Feel our guns go live

Panzer battalion

Insect of terror don’t run face your fate like a man

Panzer battalion

Sabaton Coat Of Arms

At dawn envoy arrives

Morning of October 28th

“No day” proven by deed

Descendants of Sparta,

Athens and Crete!

Look north, ready to fight

Enemies charge from the hills

To arms! Facing defeat!

There’s no surrender! There’s no retreat!

Time after time

Force their enemies back to the line

Call to arms banners fly in the wind

For the glory of Hellas

Coat of arms reading “Freedom or death!”

Blood of king Leonidas

Air raid pounding the land

Bombers are flying both day and night

Endure six days of rain

Dropped by invaders bomb raid in vain

Strike hard, the tables have turned

Drive them back over the hills

At arms! Just like before

Soldiers, civilians, Hellas at war

By their own hand

Forced the enemy out of their land

Call to arms, banners fly in the wind

For the glory of Hellas

Coat of arms reading “Freedom or death!”

Blood of king Leonidas

Just like their ancestors ages ago

Fought in the face of defeat

Those three hundred men

Left a pride to uphold

Freedom of death in effect

Then, now again

Blood of heroes saving their land

Call to arms, banners fly in the wind

For the glory of Hellas

Coat of arms reading “Freedom or death!”

Blood of king Leonidas

Call to arms, banners fly in the wind

For the glory of Hellas

Coat of arms reading “Freedom or death!”

Blood of king Leonidas

Sabaton Långa Bollar På Bengt

Jag tänker tillbaks på min korta sejour

Som tolvårig grabb i fotbollsskor

Jag fick instruktioner, jag skulle gå

Som back till vänster och tänka på

Att kämpa och springa och bara slå

Långa bollar på Bengt

Bengt, han var påläggskalv

Långa bollar på Bengt

Jag blev befordrad till vänsterhalv

Långa bollar på Bengt

Jag tänkte: – Nu får jag min chans… så befängt

Det går så sällan som man tänkt

Min entusiasm kom på skam, den blev dränkt

I långa bollar på Bengt

Långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

Långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

En dag för inte längesen gick jag mej till fotbollsplanen ner

Långa bollar på Bengt

Döm av min förvåning, vem tror ni att jag ser

Långa bollar på Bengt

Jo, Bengt som blitt tränare nu på äldre år

Och center var hans egen grabb, Bengt Junior

Resten fick order: – Se till att ni slår

Långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

Långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

Slå långa bollar

Långa bollar

Långa bollar på Bengt

Bara långa bollar

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Sabaton Feuer Frei!

Getadelt wird, wer Schmerzen kennt

Vom Feuer, das die Haut verbrennt

Ich werf ein Licht

In mein Gesicht

Ein heißer Schrei

Feuer frei!

Bäng bäng

Bäng bäng

Geadelt ist, wer Schmerzen kennt

Vom Feuer, das in Lust verbrennt

Ein Funkenstoß

In ihren Schoß

Ein heißer Schrei

Feuer frei!

Bäng bäng

Bäng bäng

Feuer frei!

Bäng bäng

Bäng bäng

Feuer frei!

Gefährlich ist, wer Schmerzen kennt

Vom Feuer, das den Geist verbrennt

Bäng bäng

Gefährlich das gebrannte Kind

Mit Feuer, das vom Leben trennt

Ein heißer Schrei

Bäng bäng

Feuer frei!

Dein Glück

Ist nicht mein Glück

Ist mein Unglück

Bäng bäng

Bäng bäng

Feuer frei!

Bäng bäng

Bäng bäng

Feuer frei!

Bäng bäng

Bäng bäng

Feuer frei!

Bäng bäng

Sabaton Angels Calling

Sent to kill, to watch no man’s land

Snipers are moving unseen

Fight for land, to lose it again

Shrapnel is filling the air

Hell on earth, the trenches mean death, better keep your head down low

Charge their lines, the ultimate test it’s a synchronized sacrifice

Get the wounded after dark

Left alone in no man’s land

Maddening chaos at the front

Dream of heaven

Angels are calling your name

Shells and guns, a rifle and scope

Bullets are wearing your name

Losing track of time and of space

Midnight at sanity’s edge

Losing friends to artillery shells, at the break of dawn

Break their will, as yours has been broken, they’re here alone, dream of home

Charge at dawn to gain a yard

Scout at night to guard their lines

Leave your life in fortunes hand

When the bullet hits it’s mark

Know your time in hell has been served

You won’t return to home