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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
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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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
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