Through the gates of hell As we make our way to heaven
Through the N*zi lines
Primo victoria
We’ve been training for years
Now we’re ready to strike
As the great operation begins
We’re the first wave on the shore
We’re the first ones to fall
Yet soldiers have fallen before
On the 6th of June On the shores of western Europe 1944
D-day upon us
Through the gates of hell As we make our way to heaven
Through the N*zi lines
Primo victoria
When you get to the point of drunkeness that you are incapable of remembering your name, where you are, and why you are...or are not...wearing underpants.
Bro #1 "Bro...are you okay?"
Bro #2 " ...whsush"
Bro #1 "Oh man you're Primo Drunk"
Bro #2 *Drops*