Unlord Schwarzwald
And the night turns to black 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 Give 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