Tannenberg - Serenity

Mid of July, the summer breeze

Carries scents of blood along

Those times we fear

To lose a dream, to lose a nation

Our strategy, a master plan

Slowly writing history

A genius trap coming their way

Fate will not let us down today

I don’t defeat an enemy

I defend what I believe is right

My role in the war is to bring

To my country a glory to taste

Tannenberg, where they lost the game

Surrounding their men

We let them no chance

Tannenberg, luck was on our side

That they never changed their mind

Tannenberg, when I chose that name

I remember the knights

Who fell in the past

Shall this victory lighten their memory

Everywhere, all the same