Raiding the trenches in the dead of the night Infiltrating quickly under the cold moonlight Armed with a knife and stielhandgranates Sabotage the artillery and kill those who man it Slitting the throats of those who sleep Dumping the bodies for all to see Reduce their morale and efficiency Capture their officers and make them plead The orange glow of a cigarette Becomes a sentry taking his final breath Blood will travel down the wall of the trench We will bathe in the blood of the French There is no morning for these men Nocturnal warriors under the general's command We proudly stand among the Kaiser's elite For glory, honor, and the enemy at our feet Sturmtruppen Fear the elite Feel the knife lodged deeply in your back Bleeding out cold from the attack The winds of death come swiftly this night As your silhouette comes into sight Immense pleasure is all I feel The pride of my nation is all that is real The mission completed upon the eve of dawn By morning come we will be gone