Black, fearsome and grim and mighty
Panzer division Lobster rolls over enemy land
Striking hard and fast against your lines
We blow your fortress into sand

The victory is Lobsterking's but the battle is ours
We avenge you for centuries of rape, murder and theft
Behold the power of our killing machine
There'll be nothing but dust when the vultures have left

Forged in the essence of the unholy flames
By the first angel once fallen from the skies
The war hounds of hell can't be stopped on our march
To extinguish the goodness and lies

Panzer division Lobster continues its triumphant crusade
Against your worthless humanity.


All the hail the Lobsterking!