The holy one has returned
:IS2::IS2:
IS2 greatest tank in the world
all other tanks are driven by little girl
IS2 number one
other tanks inferior
IS2 home of rear firing machine gun
it's length 1,270 mm
cooling system a marvel to behold
it remove 100 percent of lurking fascist beasts
IS2, IS2, you very nice Tank
from step of Reichstag, to the trampling of Michigan
IS2 friend of all except King Tiger
which is mere tractor for girl
IS2 gun best in world
it destroy fascist tractor and crush infantry
IS2 interior clean and comfortable
IS2, IS2, you very nice tank
from forest of Siberia, to river of Elbe
come grasp the mighty 122mm cannon
from junction with the turret to brake of muzzle
ALL OTHER TANKS ARE MERE TRACTORS
IS2, IS2, riding through the glen
IS2, IS2, with its band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
IS2, IS2, IS2.
He called the greatest tankers to a tavern on the green
They vowed to help the people of the Soviet spring
They handled all the troubles on the Russian country scene
And still found plenty of time to sing
IS2, IS2, riding through the glen
IS2, IS2, with its band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
IS2, IS2, IS2.
He came to Berlin City with a feather in his cap
A fighter never looking for a fight
His cannon was always ready, and he kept his ammo sharp.
He used them to fight for what was right
IS2, IS2, riding through the glen
IS2, IS2, with its band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
IS2, IS2, IS2.
With Uncle Joe and Zhukov they had a roguish look,
They did the deed the others wouldn't dare.
He captured all the money that the evil Hitler took,
And rescued many a lady fair
IS2, IS2, riding through the glen
IS2, IS2, with its band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
IS2, IS2, IS2.
To cheating and corruption, he would never, never yield
And danger was his breakfast ev'ry day
The cobler in the hamlet and the farmer in the field
Were always helping him get away
IS2, IS2, riding through the glen
IS2, IS2, with its band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
IS2, IS2, IS2.
He rode up to the Reichstag and was cheered by ev'ryone
His Lady Olga threw him a rose
The peasants knighted him the Marshal of the world
And that's the way that the legend goes
IS2, IS2, riding through the glen
IS2, IS2, with its band of men
Feared by the bad, loved by the good
IS2, IS2, IS2.
Thanks to this post I have come to love the IS2 and all it stands for.
I know I am not worthy to clean its treads with my tongue. Not even to scrub the oil spots that drop so majesticly and artisticly from its engine space onto the dusty concrete of the Berlin Ring road.
But I hope, one day, if I am good and faithful to the IS2. To see it grind its way majesticly up the High Street, 122mm sweeping from side to side in search of fascists and other evil wrong doers to dispatch with its heavenly fire and if I am really lucky for my eyes to be dazzled by the gleam of the Red Star on its turret.
If only I am worthy and keep all thoughts of such tractors as the Sherman, Panther and Tiger out of my mind.
I must think pure thoughts. I must think pure thoughts. I must think pure thoughts.
IS2, IS2, master of the world,
IS2, IS2, a wonder to behold,
IS2, IS2, it kills the Fascist beasts,
IS2, IS2, an absolute visual feast.
IS2, IS2, puts all other tanks to shame,
IS2, IS2, worthy of its fame,
IS2, IS2, Fascist tanks in bits,
IS2, IS2, Nazis scared to fits.
IS2, IS2, the West had better learn,
IS2, IS2, the enemies it can burn,
IS2, IS2, with a lovely 122,
IS2, IS2, you wish to had one too.
The Crusade Has Begun!
There is no IS2 but the IS2, and 7thGuardsTnkDiv is Its Prophet.