Back at the front lines, back at the night Evil marauders under the light Back for the plunder, the fuel of the flames The roar of the thunder, back in the game Storming the castles, swords in the air Killing the monsters in their own layer Lighting the torches, setting the stage You get what you asked for right in the face Six-sting sabers, screams in the night War drums pounding, made 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
Staining the razors, sharpen the blades Tighten the skins up, no one escapes Crack up the grindstone, load up the sleds Saddle the horses, off with their heads Sixteen savers and screams in the night War drums pounding, they're made 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 battle 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 battle attack Delivering the teutonic terror, we will give'em the axe We will give'em the axeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
