Day of the Saxons - October 31

Invaders cross our borders, riding hard on steeds of fury

Bent on destruction laying waste to all within their path

Warriors of Saxony are on the hunt again

The howling of these wardogs rings across the plains

Day of the Saxons, the day when blood will flow like wine

Day of the Saxons, our warriors in armor one more time

Burning down our villages, killing like machines

Axes swung with a vengeance, they die without a scream

Slicing through the nation like the rising of the dead

Tired of domination we will fight to the end

Who are these bearded madmen who are trying to slay my tribe

The bloodlust of the battlefield is blazing in their eyes

Total devastation, emerging through the haze

Forging iron order in a molten metal daze

Day of the Saxons, the day when blood will flow like wine

Day of the Saxons, our warriors in armor one more time

Invaders cross our borders, riding hard on steeds of fury

Bent on destruction laying waste to all within their path

Slicing through the nation like the rising of the dead

Tired of domination we fight to the end

Day of the Saxons, the day when blood will flow like wine

Day of the Saxons, our warriors in armor one more time

Day of the Saxons, the day when blood will flow like wine

Day of the Saxons, our warriors in armor one more time