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