[Witchk**er (Can) cover] 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, k**ing 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