Teutonic Terror

Back to the frontlines, back at the night

Evil marauders under the lights

Back for the thunder, the thrill of the flames

The roar of the thunder, back in the game

Storming the castles, swords in the air

Killin' the monsters in their own lair

Lighting the torches, setting the stage

You get what you ask for, right in the face

Six-string sabres, screams in the night

War clubs pounding, living just for the fight

So, we drive through the night with the howling wind at our backs

Riding on Teutonic Terror

We will give 'em the axe

We will give 'em the axe

String up the razors, sharpen the blades

Tighten the skins up, no one escapes

Crank up the grindstone, load up the sleds

Saddle the horses, off with their heads

Six-string sabres, it screams in the night

War clubs pounding, living just for the fight

So, we drive through the night with the howling wind at our backs

Riding on Teutonic Terror

We will give 'em the axe

For the roar of the crowd, for the raging frontal attack

Delivering the Teutonic Terror

We will give 'em the axe

We will give 'em the axe

So, we drive through the night with the howling wind at our backs

Riding on Teutonic Terror

We will give 'em the axe

For the roar of the crowd, for the raging frontal attack

Delivering the Teutonic Terror

We will give 'em the axe

We will give 'em the axe