No Sign of Life

Marching our way through the ruins Not a soul, no enemy yet in sight No majestic wonders left to see No proof at all of symbols of holy light No sign of life Another day in this scorched hell Looks just the same as the previous one Full of nothingness and in total vain All life as we know it, seems to be gone No sign of life In the land of the Canaanites No sign of life In the land of the Canaanites Countless miles ahead It is the land of the dead Our battalions stand tall, proudly raising the Hammer Marching together south and then south again Struggle for food and for water Thor of might, when does this ever end? No sign of life In the land of the Canaanites No sign of life In the land of the Canaanites Countless miles ahead It is the land of the dead Behold, this land of Canaan So barren and dead We must endure, we must prevail Our mission lies ahead Victory or death Marching our way through the ruins Not a soul, no enemy yet in sight No majestic wonders left to see No proof at all of symbols of holy light No sign of life In the land of the Canaanites No sign of life In the land of the Canaanites Countless miles ahead It is the land of the dead