Teutonic Terror

Back to the front lines, back to the night
 Evil marauders under the lights
 Back for the plunder, the thrill 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 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
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 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
 And 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
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 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