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, its 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