Furor Teutonicus

歌词
The moon lets proudly glisten the warpaint and spikes the knights they stand over there watching in the dark are fearless while they think
That could be the last beautiful night.
Be willing to die and to kill the swords, axes and shields are shining dreadful in the moonlight then they raise their fists and scream their warcry
Furor Teutonicus
The horde blows the enemies the swords are drilled into the bastard´s bodies axes chop off and split their heads the battle was won
The battlefield was a sea of blood and pain
专辑信息
1.Intro
2.For Honour and Land
3.Hiltia
4.Unehrenhaftes Feindesblut
5.Furor Teutonicus
6.Donerhamer
7.Undisclosed Treasures of the Mortal
8.Adora
9.Kissing the Heathen Amulet
10.Die Rede des Erhabenen
11.Outro