Deutsche Infanterie

You carried the pack, also called a monkey
The rifle and the steel helmet through swamp and sand
Whether rain or shine, you were always ready
Young soldiers in field-gray attire

You had to march and wander for years
To Poland and France, Russia and Flanders
Marching and fighting, always on standby
Quietly bleeding out in field-gray attire

Campaign, advance, oh what a word
It took you far from home
To lands you only knew from books
Now it was a storm march through their sand
Through their sand

They spoke to you of honor, loyalty, and duty
Marching and fighting until life breaks
They also talked a lot about the homeland's gratitude
When at the end of the war, you were shot and sick

But then came the retreat, the enemy claimed victory
Fate is fickle in such a war
In the end, humanity meant nothing
The victors ripped your medals away

You were called barbarians and murderers
Spat on, mocked, and damned by the victors
They herded you defenseless like cattle
And many died, never forget them

They screamed your actions were crimes
But history will one day tell a different tale
The east wind softly sings a melody
Of you, glorious German Infantry