"Back to the front lines, back to the night Medieval 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 sabers, 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 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 sabers, 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 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 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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