Hear them whisper
voices from the other side
hear them calling
from friends and foes resting side by side

They will never
leave our hearts or fade away
live forever
they were far too young to die
such a waste

how many wasted lives
how many dreams did fade away
broken promises
they won't be coming home

Oh mothers wipe your tears
your sons will rest a million years
found their peace at last
as foe turned to friend
and forgive

And they knew they'd die
Gallipoli
Left the letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust

Hell is waiting where the ocean meets the sand
Cliffs of burden
where the soldiers crushed into a certain death

At the shoreline
Blood of heroes stains the land
light a candle
For each of them who fought and died in vain

There is no enemy
There is no victory
Only boys who lost their lives in the sand
Young men were sacrificed a
Their names are carved in stone in candle light
and forever we will ? remember your burden

And they knew they'd die
Gallipoli
Left the letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust

Oh mothers wipe your tears
your sons will rest a million years
found their peace at last
as foe turned to friend
and forgive

And they knew they would die
Gallipoli
Left the letters in the sand
Such waste of life
Gallipoli
Dreams of freedom turned to dust

Fast as the wind, the invasion has begun
Shaking the ground with the force of thousand guns
First into line of fire, first in to hostile land
Tanks leading the way, leading the way

Charge into lines with the force of a furious storm
Fast as the lightning, phantom swarm
200 miles at nightfall, taken within a day
Thus earning their name, earning the fame

They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division)
Leaving our dead, always ahead, fed by your dread

Always ahead, as the blitzkrieg rages on
Breaking morale the with the sound of blazing guns
First into line of fire, first in to hostile land
Tanks leading the way, leading the way

Leaving a trail of destruction to a foreign land
Massive assault made to serve the Nazi plan
Communication's broken, phantom's are far away
Thus earning their name, earning the fame

They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division)
Leaving our dead, always ahead, fed by your dread

Pushing the frontline forth with a tremendous force
Making the way for panzer course
First into line of fire, first in to hostile land
Tanks leading the way, claiming the fame

They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division)
Leaving our dead, always ahead, fed by your dread

Panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division)
Leaving our dead, always ahead, fed by your dread