Dora

Born from the will to conquest
An idle fit of megalomania
Five thousand troops deployed
Still energetic and conceited

Now all enslaved by this war machine
All devoted
And so faithful to the gods of iron
Yeah

Forward march
Break their fortresses
Ready to fire all the shells

Engineering data never seen before
Maximum capacities, committed only to
Damnation and aggrandizement
Born from propaganda, now sparking wicked hopes
A dark metallic symbol of belligerence

Forward march
Break their fortresses
Ready to fire one more shell

Penetrating powers never seen before
Maximum capacities, committed only to delusion
Utmost combat strength
Only in theory
Born from desperation, the need to make the populace believe
Yet just one phallic symbol of a falling reign

Now all enslaved by this war machine
All devoted
And so faithful to the gods of iron

Forward march
Break their fortresses
Now fire one last shell

Phantasmagoria
As they accept the offering
And hail another wonder weapon
Krupp and his servants never fail to win