Raise your glass up to the night

And drink ye of your fill

Come and taste the dark delight
And drink of Heaven's milk


It's the only one, the holy one

Manna from the stars above

The liquid flame of fire and shame


Jägermeister, it's sacred name


In the heat of a summer night

Or when the cold wind blows


When your heart yearns to be free
There's comfort in the liquid gold

And in your hand
The Promised Land


To ecstasy from despair


The universe at your command

Jägermeister will take me there, Oh yeah

When the dread cold had of Death



Is heavy on your heart

When all hope and love is lost and your world torn apart
Jägermeister, Jägermeister

The sweetest blood from the veins of Pan

Bacchus, Dionysus, take me up to the lips of Isis