The Last King Tiger
Final night in April, in 1945
The ending of an era; the final diatribe
Orders from the Furher drive them to the fray
The cold, burning city won't live another day
Thus on the eve of sure defeat
The Tigers rumble out to meet
The Russian troops sent to bring the city down
Piloted by men who are still boys
Bearing Lugers instead of wooden toys
Conscripted from every German Town
Left behind them are the sunny days
All that remains now are scarlet rays
Of the fires consuming Berlin's streets
Grinding gears and pulling levers hard
They take the Tiger up the boulevard
And at the steps of the Opera House they turn to meet...
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Innocence lost in this holocaust
As the last King Tiger rolls on
Ideal of war, don't matter anymore
As the last King Tiger fights on
"Defend!" Came the orders from below
But what of fighting could they know?
Secure and safe in the Furher's cave
Of the terror watching Russia bearing down
Berlin is falling all around
This machine will become their cold grave
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The cab is reeking of cordite
Bitter stench of the Reich's failing might
Adrenalin has kept the crew awake
While April slowly turns to May
Smoke rises, heavy, dark and gray
The King Tiger turns about to escape
The Tiger's treads paint patterns on the street
The crew is spent and must admit defeat
Will there be mercy from the other side?
As the rumble fades into the dawn
The future stretches out so long
For a nation which can no longer feel pride
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