Back to the front lines, back to the nightMedieval marauders, under the lightsBack for the plunder, the thrill of the flamesThe roar of the thunder, back in the gameStorming the castles, swords in the airKilling the monsters in their own lairLighting the torches, setting the stageYou get what you ask for, right in the faceSix string sabers, screams in the nightWar clubs pounding, living just for the fightSo we drive, through the nightWith the howling wind at our backsRiding on Teutonic terrorWe will, give em' the axeWe will, give em' the axeString up the razors, sharpen the bladesTighten the skins up, no one escapesCrank up the grindstone, load up the sledsSaddle the horses, off with their heads!Six string sabers, screams in the nightWar clubs pounding, living just for the fightSo we drive, through the nightWith the howling wind at our backsRiding on Teutonic terrorWe will, give em' the axeWe will, give em' the axeFor the roar, of the crowdFor the raging frontal attackDelivering the Teutonic terrorWe will, give em' the axeWe will, give em' the axeSo we drive, through the nightWith the howling wind at our backsRiding on Teutonic terrorWe will, give em' the axeFor the roar, of the crowdFor the raging frontal attackDelivering the Teutonic terrorWe will, give em' the axeWe will, give em' the axe