| The inside of a plane full of dirt and strench | |
| Future warriors in dusty uniforms | |
| Send into this suicide by mad leaders | |
| No one knows if he'll ever get back home | |
| Here they go singing of tomorrows pride | |
| Our foe - | |
| No chance, | |
| No chance | |
| We will win - | |
| Kill'em, Kill'em | |
| Sailing down with parachutes into the hell | |
| Ruins, debris, ashes before their eyes | |
| Robot-tanks are grinding stones into dust | |
| Suddenly the hell breaks loose, the weapons bark | |
| Soldiers running, falling and wallowing in pain | |
| The robot-guns stop shooting, there's nothing more to kill | |
| Mad operation - unscrupulous greed | |
| The final aim: world domination | |
| Uncontrolled lust for power | |
| High - handed egotism | |
| Struggle for immortality | |
| A place in history | |
| One of the commandos has survived the fight | |
| Crawling to the palace of the enemy | |
| There it is the unprotected central station | |
| Releasing the safety - catch of the atom grenades | |
| He's shouting"Heil my leader"and runs into the room | |
| A deafening bang, the earth exploads, big surprise | |
| The nuisance of the universe | |
| Is finally gone forever. |