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Teutonic Terror - Accept

Teutonic Terror

Accept


Lyrics:
Back to the frontlines... back to the night
Medieval marauders ... under the lights
Back for the plunder... the thrill of the flames
The roar of the thunder... back in the game
Storming the castles... swords In the air
Killing the monsters in their own lair
Lighting the torches... setting the stage
You get what you ask for... right in the face

Six string sabres.......... screams in the night
War clubs pounding... living just for the fight

So we drive .... through the night
With the howling wind at our backs
Riding on Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
We will... Give em' the axe

String up the razors... sharpen the blades
Tighten the skins up... no one escapes
Crank up the grindstone... load up the sleds
Saddle the horses... Off with their Heads!

Six string sabres... screams in the night
War clubs pounding... living just for the fight

So we drive... through the night
With the howling wind at our backs
Riding on Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
We will... Give em' the axe
For the roar... of the crowd
For the raging frontal attack
Delivering the Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
We will... Give em' the axe

So we drive... through the night
With the howling wind at our backs
Riding on Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
For the roar... of the crowd
For the raging frontal attack
Delivering the Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
We will... Give em' the axe
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Letra:
De vuelta a los frentes.....De vuelta a la noche
Merodeadores medievales..Bajo las luces
De vuelta para el saqueo....La emoción de las llamas
El estruendo del trueno.....De vuelta en el juego
Asaltando los castillos.....Espadas al aire
Matando los monstruos en su propia guarida
Encendiendo las antorchas...Creando el marco idóneo
Tienes lo que pides.........Justo en la cara

Sables de seis cuerdas...Gritos en la noche
Garrotes de guerra aporreando...Viviendo solo para la lucha

Así que conducimos......A través de la noche
Con el fuerte viento a nuestras espaldas
Montando sobre el terror teutón
Los mataremos 
Los mataremos

Colgar los cuchillos...........Afilar las hojas
Estirar la piel............Nadie escapa
Dale a la piedra de afilar...Cargar los trineos
Ensillar los caballos..........¡Cortar sus cabezas!

Sables de seis cuerdas..........Gritos en la noche
Garrotes de guerra aporreando...Viviendo solo para la lucha

Asi que conducimos.........A través de la noche
Con el fuerte viento a nuestras espaldas
Montando sobre el terror teutón
Los mataremos
Los mataremos
Por el rugido.... de la multitud
Por el furioso ataque frontal
Asestando el terror teutón
Los mataremos
Los mataremos

Asi que conducimos.........Através de la noche
Con el fuerte viento a nuestras espaldas
Montando sobre el terror teutón
Los mataremos
Los mataremos
Por el rugido... de la multitud
Por el furioso ataque frontal
Asestando el terror teutón
Los mataremos
Los mataremos
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