Die wilde jagd

Here Comes The Storm...
We were waiting for it so long
The flash of the Thunderbolt
Is the sign for start to hunt

The cold wind blows
Calling the ancient wrath
That dwells in our souls
And inspires us to hunt

The wild hunting begins
We can't wait to see
The blood on our steel
And arise the victims fear...
Slowly step by step
We march for our triumph
Who doesn't hunt today
Tomorrow shall be a victim...

Uprising of blue eyed devils thirsty for victim's blood
The children of this soil hunt on their territory...