Baptized in fire, 40 to 1!

So silent before the storm,
awaiting command.
A few has been chosen to stand,
as one, outnumbered by far.

The orders from high command:
"Fight back, hold your ground."
In early September it came:
a war unknown to the world.

No army may enter that land
that is protected by Polish Hand.
Unless you are forty to one
your force will soon be undone.
Undone!

Baptized in fire, 40 to 1!
Spirit of Spartans, death and glory!
Soldiers of Poland, second to none!
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt.

The 8th of September it starts,
the rage of the Reich.
A barrage of mortars and guns
stand fast, the bunkers will hold.
The Captain has pledged his life:
"I'll face my fate here!"
The sound of artillery strike
so fierce the thunder of guns.

So come bring on all that you've got!
Come Hell! Come, high water never stops!
Unless you are 40 to 1,
your lives will soon be undone!
Undone!

Baptized in fire, 40 to 1!
Spirit of Spartans, death and glory!
Soldiers of Poland, second to none!
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt.

Always remember a fallen soldier.
Always remember fathers and sons at war.
Always remember a fallen soldier.
Always remember fathers and sons at war.
Always remember a fallen soldier.
Always Remember. Buried in history.

No army may enter that land
that is protected by Polish Hand.
Unless you are forty to one
your force will soon be undone.
Undone!

Baptized in fire, 40 to 1!
Spirit of Spartans, death and glory!
Soldiers of Poland, second to none!
Wrath of the Wehrmacht brought to a halt.

No! No! No!

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