Here lies mash of mutilated corpses. Spilled Bavarian bloodline boiling under the sun. Glistening dew, maelstrom fog. Resting on some foreign land to conquer. For Chancellor, for Kaiser, for God. Blood is the same to the soil. We bleed different for our adversaries. For their Man, for their King, for their God. Clash of cogs, industry, machinery and competition. Banging rocks to rockets burying. Our brothers without banners to the same fate.