Attero! 
Dominatus! 
Berlin is burning 
Denique! 
Interimo! 
The reich has fallen 

We stand at the gates of Berlin 
With two and a half million men 
With six thousand tanks in our ranks 
Use them as battering rams 

Artillery leading our way 
million grenades has been launched 
The [bad word] must pay for their crimes 
The wings of the eagle has been broken 

Marshall Zhukov's orders: 
Serve me Berlin on a plate! 
Disregard the losses 
The city is ours to take 

The price of a war must be payed 
Millions of lives has been lost 
The price must be paid by the men 
That started the war in the 30's 

The spring of the year 45' 
The year when the [bad word] will fall 
We're inside the gates of Berlin 
The beak of the eagle is broken  [bad word] Stalins orders: 
Serve me it's head on a plate 
Disregard the losses 
The eagle's land is ours to take 

March! 
Fight! 
Die! 
In Berlin! 
March! 
Fight! 
Conquer! 
Berlin!