And the night turns to black 
And we light the fires 
We gather round to tell the tales 
Of wisdom so ancient 
past, glorious, strong 
The elders sit and respect their sons 
The battles of sin  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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