Accept - Teutonic Terror

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