My friends, it has often been said that I like war.

My friends, I like war...

No, friends, I love war!

I love holocausts.

I love blitzkriegs.

I love defensive lines.

I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats.

Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through

deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth.

I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of
battle.

My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed high into the air and cut to pieces by
well placed sniper rounds. And there is nothing like a tank operator using a Tiger acht acht
(88) to destroy enemy tanks. And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from
his blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire, is such an exquisite
feeling. Like when ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets rushing into the enemy line. It
moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the
bloated chest of a long-dead enemy.

The sight of deserters being strung up from a street lamp is an irresistible pleasure. And
there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by prisoners of war dropping like flies,
screaming in agony as they're mowed down by ear piercing schmeissers!

When a band of pitiful resistance fighters makes their final stand with nothing but small arms,
only to have their city smashed to atoms block by block by 4.8 ton bombshells, (tone
suddenly softens) I'm in ecstasy.

I love it when my forces are ravaged by a Russian armored division. It's so sad to see towns
and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, their
women and children being raped, and killed.

I love to be squashed under the heel of the British and American war machines. The
humiliation, as my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the jagdbombers flying overhead.

Gentlemen... All I ask for is war, a war so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. Gentlemen, I
ask you as fellow brothers in arms, what is it that you really want? Do you wish for further
war as I do? (Voice begins to raise) Do you wish for a merciless, bloody war? A war whose
fury is built with iron, and lightning, and fire? (Dramatically raises voice) Do you ask for war
to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge, from this Earth!?

(The soldiers begin shouting/chanting "Krieg" meaning "War")

...Very well. Then krieg is what you shall have. We are a clenched fist, ready to strike down
all who oppose us, with our might.

But... After enduring over half a century wallowing in the darkness, for us, a simple "ordinary"
war will no longer be sufficient.

We need a MASSIVE war! A war beyond any other that man's history has ever known!

We are but a single battalion... The remnants of a defeated army numbering less than a
thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old warriors is equal to a thousand of
their sickly soft children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million
and one men!

It is time for them to awake the ones who sent us screaming into oblivion, and who now lie
sleeping. Let's drag them out of bed by the hair, and remind them of what we are! We will
remind them of what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our
jackboots make against their throats.

We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt
of in their philosophy.

Our Kampfgruppe of one thousand vampires is going to burn this world down to ash.

Yes, my friends! Soon, Europe's charred remains will illuminate the night sky!

I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back
to our beloved

...At last, the sea lion has crossed the ocean and is heading up the hill. Attention, all soldiers
of the Millennium Battalion! This is a message from your commander.

…Friends... let’s bring them hell.