Teutonic Terror Lyrics - Blood Of The Nations - Accept

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