Furor Teutonicus Lyrics - Adorned Brood

The moon 

lets proudly glisten the warpaint 

and spikes 

the knights 

they stand 

over there 

watching in the dark 

are fearless 

while they think 

That could be 

the last beautiful night. 

Be willing to die and to kill 

the swords, axes and shields 

are shining dreadful in the moonlight 

then they raise their fists and scream 

their warcry 

Furor Teutonicus 

The horde blows the enemies 

the swords are drilled into the bastard's bodies 

axes chop off and split their heads 

the battle was won