And the night turns to black

And we light the fires

We gather round to tell the tales

Of wisdom so ancient

A past, glorious, strong

The elders sit and respect their sons

The battles of sin

Crusades to win

In armor made centuries ago

We prepare for war

Repeating our words



"Father, our master, your law is total"

The boundaries are clear

The Schwarzwald is ours

You, who trespassed

The law is devoured



And the sun fades away

Our master, we pray

Gi ve us the strength to conquer what's ours

Unholy the blood

Battle we must

Ions of the demons, turn enemies to rust

Our brothers in war

Raise high thy swords

Collect their heads in the burning woods

The Schwarzwald is ours

The law is unchallenged

All what's unpure has now vanished