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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 vallages, 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.
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