And we light the fires
  We gather round to tell the tales
  Of wisdom so ancient
  A past, glorious, strong
  The elders sit and respect their sons
  The battles of sin
  Crusades to win
  In armor made centuries ago
  We prepare for war
  Repeating our words

  "Father, our master, your law is total"
  The boundaries are clear
  The Schwarzwald is ours
  You, who trespassed
  The law is devoured

  And the sun fades away
  Our master, we pray
  Gi ve us the strength to conquer what's ours
  Unholy the blood
  Battle we must
  Ions of the demons, turn enemies to rust
  Our brothers in war
  Raise high thy swords
  Collect their heads in the burning woods
  The Schwarzwald is ours
  The law is unchallenged
  All what's unpure has now vanished