1. STAMPEDE

Crossed bars out the door
Stubborn run out through the town
Crawl cross beyond control
This body's gonna take you down
Move over till you walk
Black boulder will spit you out
Spend with me till the morn'
I'll tell you what it's all about
Wretched time!

Cross bar, over head
Keep 'em through the air
No time, no escape, caught through the stare
Still wear the parachute, drag you in the depth
I'll plant you in the soil
And serve you just pedets
So loud! It's the end of the line
You breed your kind
But you wasted your breath

(Stampede!)
Trapped into the ground
(Stampede!)
Flattened by the sound
(Stampede!)
Burn you on the stove
(Stampede!)
And pulverize your grounds!

You're gone and disappeared through the bloody swerve
Jab you, round you down to a moshpit straight from hell
Neck you out the throne, rearrange your face
And when you bottom out, it's a long way down from grace
So loud!

It's the end of the line
You breath your?
But don't waste your breath!
You'll never win!

(Stampede!)
Trapped into the ground
(Stampede!)
Flattened by the sound
(Stampede!)
Burn you on the stove
(Stampede!)
And pulverize your grounds!

Crossed bars out the door
Stubborn run out through the town
Crawl cross beyond control
This body's gonna take you down
Move over till you walk
Black boulder will spit you out
Spend with me till the morn'
I'll tell you what it's all about
Wretched time!

Cross bar, over head
Keep 'em through the air
No time, no escape, caught through the stare
Still wear the parachute, drag you in the depth
I'll plant you in the soil
And serve you just pedets
So loud! It's the end of the line
You breed your kind [?]
But you wasted your breath

(Stampede!)
Trapped into the ground
(Stampede!)
Flattened by the sound
(Stampede!)
Burn you on the stove
(Stampede!)
And pulverize your grounds!

You're gone and disappeared through the bloody swerve
Jab you, round you down to a moshpit straight from hell
Neck you out the throne, rearrange your face
And when you bottom out, it's a long way down from grace
So loud!

It's the end of the?
You breath your?
But don't waste your breath!
You'll never win!

(Stampede!)
Trapped into the ground
(Stampede!)
Flattened by the sound
(Stampede!)
Burn you on the stove
(Stampede!)
And pulverize your grounds!


2. TEUTONIC TERROR

Back to the frontlines... back to the night
Medieval marauders... under the lights
Back for the plunder... the thrill of the flames
The roar of the thunder... back in the game

Storming the castles... swords In the air
Killing the monsters in their own lair
Lighting the torches... setting the stage
You get what you ask for... right in the face

Six string sabres... screams in the night
War clubs pounding... living just for the fight

So we drive... through the night
With the howling wind at our backs
Riding on Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
We will... Give em' the axe

String up the razors... sharpen the blades
Tighten the skins up... no one escapes
Crank up the grindstone... load up the sleds
Saddle the horses... Off with their Heads!

Six string sabres... screams in the night
War clubs pounding... living just for the fight

So we drive... through the night
With the howling wind at our backs
Riding on Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
We will... Give em' the axe
For the roar... of the crowd

For the raging frontal attack
Delivering the Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
We will... Give em' the axe


So we drive... through the night
With the howling wind at our backs
Riding on Teutonic terror
We will... Give em' the axe
For the roar... of the crowd
For the raging frontal attack
Delivering the Teutonic terror

We will... Give em' the axe
We will... Give em' the axe