"Coffins made of steel" - The Adventures Of Werner Holt

[Prelude] [German language] Kein Stahl der Welt wird dich vor deinem Schicksal schützen!!! [break] [military drums] Verse 1 They dressed us in armor, Said we’ll be gods of steel, Rolling through the wreckage Too numb to even feel. [detonations] Chorus But steel is not salvation— It trembles, cracks, and yields. No iron skin saves you On the blood-soaked battlefield. We learned in every firestorm: A tank is just a coffin on wheels. [steel shrieks] Verse 2 Wolzow shouted orders, Ambition blazing bright. Vetter whispered reason In the shadows of the night. [explosions] Holt stared at the metal— At the truth it couldn’t hide: Steel breaks like the spirit When war swallows its pride.