Lirieke:
Nachtfalke

Hail - to our ancient gods - hail - hail - hail Hail - to my fathers sword - hail - hail - hail Set sail warriors onward to fight bound for glory bound

Dragonships arrive on the coast enemies see them and fight is lost men from north march through the sand with iron axe and sword in hand They see the

Great battles under the north star Fighting for honour and blood With iron will under the sun wheel Hallowed be the fight Remember the fallen heroes

Open - the gates of Valhall Under - the sign of Odin's eye Long - swords of black steel Einherjer - dark faceless horsemen Riders - with the power of

When wind's blowing over willow forests swaying water's flowing through the land Hail Teutonia When forests are green again, willows flourish and mountains

Time of the Leaving moon hordes appear on the horizon wild screams in the morning the horn sounds the warning Asgard prepares defiance invaded by giants

I was walking to the tree Yggdrasil and laid myself unter its mighty crown i wouldn't see anything drying i was sleeping No sand, no lake, no waves

Upon the black northern sea, a ship is sailing a ship full of man proud and brave they're looking for new ground to live on it, with swords, axes of

[Bathory cover] I have paced these forests for so long I don't know if I am man or I am beast. I, though, hold deep within me a quest for revenge. Then