The Killing Goes On

As free men under Wittekind

We storm the land

Rage against all Franks we find

Blood on their hand

Scara Franzisca Charle's elite

Run, escape to Paderborn

Their life is all that some could safe

Ragged and torn

On and on the killing goes

The Reaper feeds on souls

Warriors doomed to die

Sacrifice their lives

On and on the killing goes

I'm haunted by the souls

Those who once stood strong

The killing goes on

Fresh soldiers come to reinforce

The Frankish might

So by the Hase river see

Death or victory

Even our women fight along

Raging bare breasted and strong

For three days we kill and bleed

But in the end there is defeat