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

Sixteen savers, 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

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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 axe

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