So we drive... through the night
With the howling wind at our backs,
Riding on Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
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!
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!
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