Lletres:
Nachtfalke Hail Victory Teutonia

Thousand warriors roaming through the northern lands and only related with Odin still. One thought drives them along to fight and die for their northern

conquering strange lands their axes are fed by the prayers blood the sound of horns spread all over the land a painfull death and a godless victory we

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

man with blazing steel a new enemy lets you no other chance many of the warriors are fallen, enter the holy halls the gate is open wide, a toud hail