Scattered and shattered, submerged remains
Green grow the rushes-o on forgotten graves
Bound to return by the final command
Churning and burning from the earth of motherland
Black metal glowing, molten slag and steel
Victims are going in the crushing wheel
Beware the iron beast
Phantoms in the trees
Hear the dread commander
Ready! Aim! Fire the Necropanzer!
Look out! It drives right through you, hair's turning white
Skull moon-craters on a clear and cursed night
Peasant priest make your holy stand
Blown straight to heaven by Lucifer's hand
Forged on the anvil - the war to end all wars
With phantom power, from a pagan source
Beware the iron beast
Phantoms in the trees
Hear the dread commander
Ready! Aim! Fire the Necropanzer!
The battlefield is silent beneath the winter night
The wreckage of an evil empire is buried from our sight
Silken clouds are parting to reveal the crescent moon
And from the mist comes an iron fist to reenact its doom
The turret is rusted shut, there's no hand upon the wheel
The phantom of a cannon in the ghost of coldest steel
And yet the engine sputters, and roars with afterlife
Still hellbent on its mission to fight for evil's might
Beware the iron beast
Phantoms in the trees
Hear the dread commander
Ready! Aim!
Beware the iron beast
Beg upon your knees
Death becomes the dancer
Ready! Aim! Hellfire!
The Necropanzer!
