Beneath the mound of ancient stone
A pulse still beats though flesh is gone
His blade awaits the final war
Frozen in time but sleeping no more

The ravens shriek the earth quakes loud Who wakes him when the sky burns red

He Awakes
When kingdoms crumble into dust
The Guardian Stands
No grave can hold his vengeful thrust

His shield of light a thousand years old Bears every battle's wrath untold
The ground splits wide his march begins Where he treads the earth caves in

Black moon dies
Storm winds rise
Stand your ground
Or meet your demise

He Awakes
When dawn ignites the dead of night
The Guardian's Oath
No Rest Just Endless Fight

He Awakes
When dawn ignites the dead of night
The Guardian's Oath
No Rest Just Endless Fight

Steel born in Prignitz sand
Blade forged by rebel hand
No kings law could break his stand
Fire wrote his fate in brand

Towers crash
Hear the cry
Johanns wrath will never die

Johann
Flame and sword
Johann
No remorse

Pritzwalks gates turned to dust
Kyritz kneels in fear and rust
Through the smoke his legend thrust Storm of blades no king to trust

Mark these words fools of might
Ash remains fire burns bright

When midnight calls steel sings true Prignitz whispers Johanns rage through

Year of shadows plague and night
Bülows torch burned sacrilege bright Wilsnacks name in embers cried
Yet in the ash three hosts survived

Pilgrims came through storm and pain
To touch the blood that fell like rain

Blood At The Altar
Miracle forged in fires embrace
Ashes To Glory
Heaven wrote its proof in grace

Shattered church a hollow grave
But crimson hosts no flame could claim Angels carved in smoke and dread
The wounded knelt and saints were fed

From mountains far they crawled in dust To kneel where God hid in the rust
Aveee

Blood At The Altar
Now the cathedral breathes again
Ashes To Glory
Through the scars of mortal men

Blood At The Altar
Now the cathedral breathes again
Ashes To Glory
Through the scars of mortal men

Kampehls crypt where stone weighs cold Swear the oath and keep your soul

A knight in death yet flesh wont fade
His lying tongue his price was paid
If guilt is mine let rot take hold
But Death just grinned and spared his Bones

Shepherds blood a lovers plea
The court believed his nobility

Oh Kahlbutz
Your curse still breathes beneath the clay Oh Kahlbutz
The grave wont claim what lies betray

Three hundred years his peers are dust Yet leather skin clings to his crust
No worm dare feast no mold may cling The oath lives on a withered thing

Hear the coffin whisper low
Truth will out where liars go
Never never

Oh Kahlbutz
Your hollow eyes stare through the night Oh Kahlbutz
The damned dont sleep they wait for light

Oh Kahlbutz
Your hollow eyes stare through the night Oh Kahlbutz
The damned dont sleep they wait for light

Kampehls crypt seals one last lie
The oath remains but saints deny

Dambecks pyre 1668

She walked the rye with healers hands But fear struck dumb the witless land Witch they screamed their minds were Shut
Truth was ash beneath their boots

Iron wheels turned lies to law
Herbs meant hope they called it flaw

Greta Burns
Chains and fire for a sinners name
Greta Lives
In every crow her souls aflame

They broke her bones on justices stage Seals and scales a devils gauge
No plea could melt their hearts of frost
A healers worth in flames was lost

Linden tree your branches weep
Where crimson stained the roots run Deep
Never forgotten

Greta Burns
Her spark still lights the oppressed
Greta Lives
In every dawn she's manifest

Greta Burns
Her spark still lights the oppressed
Greta Lives
In every dawn she's manifest

Now crows take flight through smoke and Scorn
The healer returns in every storm

Wittenberge proud by the Elbes flow

By rivers edge the fortress stood
Where Kunigunde pledged her good
Her knight marched east to holy war
But loves vow cracked she swore no more

Years bled slow his hope stayed true
Till fate returned to paint hearts blue

Flames Rise High
The castle screams in scarlet light Treasons Price
A wedding dies in vengeful night

He rode through dawn with roses red
To find her in anothers bed
No plea could douse his furys spark
The feast would end in burning dark

Steel unsheathed the chapel glows
No mercy left just fires throes Kunigunde

Flames Rise High
The Elbe drinks the ash of pride
Treasons Price
In embers carved loves suicide

Flames Rise High
The Elbe drinks the ash of pride
Treasons Price
In embers carved loves suicide

Wittenberge now shadows weep
Where stone and scorn their vigil keep

Midsummers night
The waters divide
Gold gleams below
But Death waits inside

Beneath the waves where dead men tread Lies gold no living hand may wed
On Johannis eve the surface splits
To lure the damned with greedy fits

They see the shine they charge ahead
The lake just laughs and claims their Breath

Rudowers Flame
The elders warning turns to ice
Rudowers Gold
One slip youre locked in paradise

Their bones now stand in crystal caves Glass puppets danced by watery graves The lake dont weep it only grins
And waits for next years sins

Hear the whispers down in the deep
They sing your name as you sink to sleep Join us

Rudowers Flame
It burns your lungs with frozen light Rudowers Gold
Youll gleam forever in the night

Rudowers Flame
It burns your lungs with frozen light Rudowers Gold
Youll gleam forever in the night

So mark this well you bold and sworn
The lake takes all on midsummers morn

Gloewens curse walks tonight
Run but never hide

On midnight roads where dead men tread A shadow stalks with eyes like lead
No growl no breath just hells own chill
It knows your sin it knows your will

Crossroads burn with guilty light
Your pulse his drum your soul his rite

Black Dog Of Gloewen
Dooms own herald at the gate
Black Dog Of Gloewen
Turn around and seal your fate

They hanged him high they burned him Blind
But flesh means naught to hells own kind Now paws of ash and fangs of spite
He hunts the liars hunts the night

See the flame in his glare
Damned ones know he's always there

Black Dog Of Gloewen
Your shadows cast his jaws align
Black Dog Of Gloewen
One last breath and you're his sign

Black Dog Of Gloewen
Your shadows cast his jaws align
Black Dog Of Gloewen
One last breath and you're his sign

Only the lost can see his frame
And all who do wear hells own name

Hans took his spade at midnight deep Where no sane man would dare
The earth wept blood
The crows took flight
He Found The Sword And Lost His Hair

Hark The Howl Of Devils Hill Blade Unburied Blood To Spill Run You Fools The Grown Groans The Wolf Is Clawing At Your Bones

De Düvel sien Swerd slääpt

The hill still hungers
The wolf still waits
Dig if you dare

He rides for seven—die or run!

Hooves like thunder, midnight chase
See his cloak of rotting lace!
Spot his face—you'll race the dead
Seven laps or end up dead!

The churchyard's edge—your only friend
Outrun the reaper or meet your end!

Seven circles 'round the spire!
Seven hearts will burn in fire!
The rider's here—your time is now
Run or pray, he's right behind you!

Too, slow.

No battering ram could break these walls No fire could melt their stone
So through the night they dug the fall
The River Claims The Throne

The Tower Sinks The Flag Still Flies
Fields Of Mud Where Brave Men Die Lenzens Ghosts Will Never Drown
The Elbe Sings Their Crown

With iron clutched in frozen hands
They leapt into the tide
The emperors men could not understand Why No Soul Stayed Alive

When midnight waters fade to low
Look to the sands
The Flag Still Glows

The Tower Sinks The Flag Still Flies
Fields Of Mud Where Brave Men Die Lenzens Ghosts Will Never Drown
The Elbe Sings Their Crown

The Tower Sinks The Flag Still Flies
Fields Of Mud Where Brave Men Die Lenzens Ghosts Will Never Drown
The Elbe Sings Their Crown

Find us when the water sleeps

Plattenburgs shadow where reeds Embrace stone
She walks alone

Where marshes swallow ancient light
A lantern drifts through endless night
The castle dreams the oaks repent
But she still walks where none dare tread

They bound her hands with sacred thread Laughed as the bog became her bed
Now bishops gold turns black with rust While she returns from deaths disgust

The Moorlady Weeps
By Plattenburgs cursed wall
Her Breath Is The Frost
That seals your pulse to fall

The ravens nest where she was tied
Their wings now cloak the lakeside
She gathers mist she knits the fog
To shroud the ones who doomed her slog

Hear her hymn through castle halls
A lullaby to drown you all
No priest no blade no holy word
Can silence what the marsh has heard

The Moorlady Weeps
Where shadows claw the stone
Her Curse Is The Wind
That chills your flesh to bone

At dusk shell whisper your name
And drag you where the drowned remain

Peat-black waters stir
Forgotten curse awakes
A monk's pagan plea
Condemned the bog to bleed

Eye in the mire
Crimson orb in the quagmire
Luring lost souls deeper down
Where roots of ancient oaks drown

Wanderer sees the light
Drawn to glow in dead of night
Mud whispers Join the drowned
The fen demands its fee

Hic est pactus obscurus
Deus non exaudivit

Eye in the mire

Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive
Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive

Let's drown the truth in the undertide
Till we love the plan to die
Do the pleas they come soaring out or die
We won't know the lake will drown
We will nod it all the down
Through your soul that belongs my crash get down
Let's say will the answer will the end
I'm more it turns out

Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive

They come to the skies the run
To way I've come to me on the sun
The soaring of suns upon
The trees will never change
Waking up but we came back home
Like this the sky

Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive
Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive
Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive

November frost, Prussian ground
A envoy lost, not to be found.
The lantern fades, the shadows rise
A final glove, a last disguise!

Eyes in the dark, the night attacks
The road is cursed, it watches back!

Gone!
Vanished through the steel and speed
Gone!
No body, sign or deed!
The earth refused what France required
A diplomat, by shadows fired!

They searched the inn, the stable hall
The river's cold, it told no call.
Yet on the ground, a message torn:
"I am taken!" then none forlorn.

Ticking clocks, the silence cracks
Hooves of doom on frozen tracks!

Gone!
Swallowed by eternal night
Gone!
No justice, wrong or right!
The legend burns as fear inspires
A diplomat, engulfed in fires!

Search no more
Where the ravens soar.
The tale remains.
Forever war!

Instrumental 

On Elbe's shore near Lenzen in grey antiquity's shaft
You ask the oak who stole my head where lies it kept
From roots a log-like voice resounds
The king's war-axe your life swept away

Forest lord weeps
The earth drinks blood
Since the day the ancient tribe rests

Forest lord's whisper
Through moss and limb
Who asks shall feel their spirit fray
Forest lord's whisper
No escaping
Heinrich's curse the wood awakens

A worker hears the shriek by the dyke
My head bring it home here it lies
From that night he was never found
The forest bound him to the ground

Forest lord's whisper
Through moss and limb
Who asks shall feel their spirit fray
Forest lord's whisper
No escaping
Heinrich's curse the wood awakens

Slumber tree spirit your head is gone
Heinrich's axe

Elbe flows black with blood of tribes
Nine twenty nine - Heinrichs genocide
Wendish warriors head struck down
At Lenzen fortress, pagan crown

Gde moja glava?

Moon reflects on rivers skin
Headless rider rides again
Seeking vengeance through the night
In the storm of Slavic fright

Headless horde, riding from the sword
Hooves like thunder, axe held high
Hear the slaughtered battle cry
Headless horde, death is their reward
Find your skull or take new head
Slay the living for the dead

Centuries passed, the curse remains
Through flooded fields and railway veins
He haunts the marshes foggy trails
Where modern doubt meets ancient wails

Headless horde

Iron came with cross and chain
To break the grove where the old gods Reign
But when their torches touched the pyre
The earth drank flame and breathed it Higher

Flames reborn! Roots feed the fire
The grove still stands though priests Conspire
Flames reborn!
Northwind fans the spar

The bishop laughed
Now Christ Prevails!
Till embers wrote in scarlet tales
His robes turned black with holy oil
The fire sighed and took his spoil

Dig where the birch bark peels.

Marshlights gleam in moonless night
Peat-black water no end in sight
Come closer a whispering sham
Where the bog will make you damned

Ho-di-te proch

Bog lure
Run from the shore
The water hag cries more
Bog lure
Deceiver's light
Dragging souls into the night

Feet sink where the ground should be
Slavic eyes beneath the peat
Three-faced god of drowned revenge
To the murky depths you're sent

Bog lure

In the year of war and fire Perleberg stood defiant

The banners rose with dawn's red glare
Steel rang loud through smoky air
The Habsburg tide in blood-stained mail
Had come to break the city's veil
No quarter no retreat nor peace
The winter winds would never cease

And on the walls the townsfolk cried
But still they swore they'd never hide!

Storming Perleberg flames kiss the sky!
Cannons roar as angels die
Ash rains down on cobbled stone
But Perleberg stands though left alone
Storming Perleberg through hell they came
But none would break her iron name!

The Swedish guns had thundered first
Now Habsburg blades would quench their thirst
With pikemen ranks and sabers bare
They charged the square in smoky air
A baker fell a priest held fast
The town endured each brutal blast!

Oh mother Prignitz veiled in grief
Your soil drinks war like falling leaf
But stone remembers blood and flame
And carves in death the proudest name

Beneath the blood-red harvest moon
A shadow stalks the blackened dune
The peasants whisper, Lock your doors!
The wolf is hungry, flesh it crawls for!

The gallows rope could not restrain
The curse lives on through pulse and vein!
His claws like steel, his eyes afire
The Beast of Putlitz feeds his ire!

Hear his howl! The night turns cold
Gods above and demons below!
Run for your life, pray for your soul
The Wolf King rules where darkness groans!

The village sleeps in terrified dread
Children hiding, visions in red
A storm is brewing, the skies explode
The legend lingers on this wretched road

Hear his howl! The night turns cold
Gods above and demons below!
Run for your life, pray for your soul
The Wolf King rules where darkness groans!

No cross can save you
No blade can slay him!
The moon is rising
Flee or die!

In the ashes where hope once stood
Only shadows walk through the hollow wood
Legends echo of battles lost
The Beast of Putlitz is the final cost!

Hear his howl! The night turns cold
Gods above and demons below!
Run for your life, pray for your soul
The Wolf King rules where darkness groans!

Putlitz burns tonight!
The beast feasts on the fading light
Putlitz burns, we face the blight!
Feel the terror, the end is nigh
Darkness reigns where hopes go to die!

Deep in Gadow the bell was cast
Cursed before its first tone passed
Sank beneath the muddy floor
Rings from the abyss evermore

No priest can find the source the sound
Yet still it tolls beneath the ground
Some say it warns some say it weeps
For sins the village buries deep

The bell of Gadow calls at night
Its sound is dread not guiding light
Beware the chime from deep below
It tolls for those who should not know

What lies beneath we dare not speak
The bell consumes the strong the weak
Mountains tremble waters freeze
Gadow's curse brings all to knees

Rings evermore
Buried deep
Should not know

No name no stone to mark his grave
He walks through mist and autumn wave
Cursed betrayed denied
In Karstaedt's woods he cannot hide

Left bleeding in the rain
Truth in chains eternal pain
Footsteps chill the frozen air
Lingers lost in dark despair

No grave in Karstaedt
He haunts where none dare tread
His vow remains his soul unfreed
Condemned to never bleed

Shadows whisper vengeance calls
Beneath the moon the forest falls
Hear his cry in twisted pines
My oath still binds

Cold wind
No grave no rest
Karstaedt remembers
Never bleed

She walks the wharf in widow's lace
Ice in her eyes no mercy's trace
They say she drowned him in the tide
Now lures the lost to riverside

Lanterns flicker voices fade
Each step she takes the debt is paid
A whisper cold a hand unseen
Drags them to depths where nightmares dream

Widowmaker dressed in black
Calls them close they never come back
Cold her breath dark her vow
She drowns them where no sun burns now

Shipwrecked souls on waters deep
Her promise silence eternal sleep
Beneath the moon her shadow sways
Victims bound in watery maze

Neoclassical shred with choirs underneath

The river mourns her broken song
Love betrayed where she belongs
Hearts forsaken souls undone
The Elbe claims what she has won

Widowmaker final attack
Rip them from life no turning back
River's fist time's run out now
She drags them where no sun burns now

No sun burns now

Stone walls crumble hopes decayed
A traitor's hand the gate betrayed
Kletzke fell to fire and fate
War drums echo seal their plate

No messenger fled the night
No shield held against dawn's light
They vowed to stand but death came swift
Dreams buried in the drift

The fall of Kletzke brave but lost
Steel and pride at final cost
Ash to ash dust to dust
Noble hearts turned to rust

Towers blaze with final cries
Under blood-red midday skies
For glory's name their final stand
Fate closed its iron hand

Sanguis pro honore
Mors pro patria
Surget ex cineribus

The fall of Kletzke legends paid
Eternal honor in graves laid
From ashes rise their ghostly roam
Kletzke lives in stone and bone

Remember
Kletzke

It stood above the town so proud
Stone-carved watcher overshadowed
But when it fell the people knew
Death and war came crashing through

Prayers whispered skies watched
Fire danced in children's eyes
The omen spoke the silence broke
Darkness through the city woke

When the horse fell the fire spread
Streets ran black the skies turned red
A broken sign a whispered curse
Perleberg knew the damned worst

Rooftops high they cast their fate
Shadows loomed too late
Laughter turned to screaming sound
Shattered dreams on bleeding ground

Night grew silent haunting chill
Echoes of memories time to kill
Glory lost courage bold
Perleberg burns a story told

When the horse fell flames unleashed
Streets of ash skies bleeding red
Stone shattered the curse came true
Perleberg fell when omens grew

Born in shadows raised in dirt
Stole from kings made nobles hurt
Through cursed streets he led the lost
Silver blade paid in blood's cost

They tried to hang him tried to bribe
Heine laughed slipped the noose's bite
Rode through night a silent flame
No prison wall could hold his name

Heine Klemens ride or fall
No judge no jail no god at all
A legend carved in blood and fire
The gallows still his soul desire

Oh the tales of Klemens' stand
Lawmen fear his phantom hand
From gallows high to river low
My spirit never lays down low

Ride or fall
No grave no name
Gallows shadow

He waits where river shadows lie
No sun no moon no seabird's cry
Boat is black oars are worn
Eyes of ashes name forsworn

They pay in coin they pay in fear
None return who travel here
Rows through mists so cold and wide
Where the cursed reside

Once had love once had land
Now damned by godless hand

Hildebrand the ferryman
No god no grave no final plan
Across the Elbe beneath black sky
He rows where spirits die

Rivers rose with no command
Swallowed villages and farmland
Where meadows drowned and borders blurred
No battle cry no warning word

They watched the tide reclaim the soil
Drowned their homes in silent toil
No sword could fight no wall could stand
God's own flood on mortal land

The drowning borderlands
Where water claimed what man demands
No kingdom left no border drawn
Just deep cold green gone

Year fourteen oh four
The waves won the war
Fields became floor

Fourteen oh four
Remember
The flood

Fields lay black, wind was still
Air grew thick with deathly chill
No light, no spark
Only Shadows over the Mark

No fires lit, no song
Silent march all night long
Bells were gone, pulpits bare
Plague had touched the very air

No Bell was rung
No Priest would stand
The Pest choked the Land
A silent scream, a closing ark

Gardens overgrown
Sorrow. in each Heart sown
Shadows dance with eerie grace
We lost our Place

Shadows over the Mark.

Instrumental 

The sun rose black o'er Elbe's tide
When Heinrich's host in iron pride Marched'gainst the Slavs with flame and Claim
To forge their fate in steel's own name

By Perun's roar, by sacred ground!
For every stone,for every mound!
No foreign crown,no foreign creed!
We are the fire,we are the seed!

The heathen horde charged wild and free But Heinrich's wall stood destiny
With cross and crown,they held the line Storm of valor,battle-sign

By Perun's roar, by sacred ground!
For every stone,for every mound!
No foreign crown,no foreign creed!
We are the fire,we are the seed!

Crimson iron at Lenzen's fight
Slavs defy the Saxon might
By the oath,by the blade
Legends cast in iron shade
Raven's flight, through starless skies

By Perun's roar, by sacred ground!
For every stone,for every mound!
No foreign crown,no foreign creed!
We are the fire,we are the seed!

Steel and storm at Lenzen's name
None who faced them stood the same Through the ages,echoes stream
The crown's true weight is forged in Dreams

Through the mist of ancient woods we Ride
Steel and fury at our side
Hear the chants of warriors bold
Havelberg shall fall tonight!

Thunder roars the gods awake
Perun's hammer starts to shake
Flames will dance on Saxon spires
Burn their cross in pagan fire!

Storm of Perun rise again!
Slavic blood upon the wind!
Havelberg in ashes lie
For the gods and sacred sky!

Balalaika sings the tale
Of the night we broke their chains
Brandenburg in ruin falls
No more kings shall rule these plains!

Lutizi! Lutizi! Hear the battle cry!
Rise brothers strike or die!

Storm of Perun never fade!
Through the years our wrath remains!
East of Elbe wild and free
Slavic souls in victory!

Rujana, Rujana. Volkhvy vstajut' iz mraka!

The evening falls in bloody red on Havelberg's stone walls
A final prayer, a whispered word, as Looming darkness calls
The cross is broke, the steel does gleam, a Heathen's foul deceit
The priest now falls, the bell's last toll in This night of defeat

The earth does shake, the ancient faith awakes!
No cry for grace, only vengeance it takes!

Upon Schmokenberg!
A pyre burns into the night!
Upon Schmokenberg!
The flesh consumes, the spirit free!
The smoke (Schmok!) rises to the sky so black
An offering to the ancient gods, an eternal pact!
For Perun!

The scalp is cut and cruelly peeled, the Grinning skull laid bare
A crimson rain on moss and stone, a final Hopeless prayer
No king's command, no Rome's false god Can save them from this fate
Bound to the stake, by fire's brand, they Meet their end with hate!

The earth does shake, the ancient faith awakes!
No cry for grace, only vengeance it takes!

Upon Schmokenberg!
A pyre burns into the night! (Hey! Hey!)
Upon Schmokenberg!
The flesh consumes, the spirit free!
The smoke (Schmok!) rises to the sky so Black
An offering to the ancient gods, an eternal Pact!
For Svarog!

The wind carries the sickly sweet scent
The ashes' final breath
But in the embers, hatred glows, it will not Rest in death
The years roll on, the church still
Stands, but deep beneath the stone
A whisper stirs: We'll take these lands! You'll never be alone!

Nav' always waits
We will return
The sorcerers rise.

Through Mellen's mist-cloaked hills they Tread
Where ravens crown the pines with dread
The marshlands hum a hollow tune
A dirge beneath the Wenden moon

Her Slavic heart to Christ sworn true
Her knight struck down by Jagomir's Blade
The Wenden king in jealous wrath
Left love to rot in Odin's path

Oh hear the gusli's mournful sigh!
Like willows bent where dead winds die
The Sacrifice Stone chills her breath
Its altar carved for lovers' death

No peace for Jagomir's damned reign
His name now ash his halls in vain
But when the moon splits through the Gloom
She dances slow upon his tomb.

Through the ages stone on stone
Rising high but not alone
Thunder calls the sky to weep
Lightning strikes where angels sleep

*Boberow's curse!* The heavens roar
Shattered spires hit the floor
No steel shall pierce no hand prevail
The blunt tower tells the tale!

Craftsmen climb with iron might
Defying gods they dare the height
Storm winds laugh the clouds conspire
*Crash!* Again the pyre's fire

*Boberow's curse!* The heavens roar

Let it stand but never rise
A monument to mortal skies

The blunt spire waits its story cast
In lightning's wrath and shadows passed

Through the mist of time they fled
Branded souls in fear and dread.
Eldenburg's shadow, cold and grim
A knight of torment, hunting them.

Iron jaws, the walls confine
Chains that bite, the cursed sign.
"Pay the price or fade to dust!"
Mercy lost in greed and lust.

Ohhh! The Chains of Eldenburg!
No escape, no light, no words!
Ohhh! The cries in dead of night
Echo through the castle's might!

From the Altmark's burning ground
Exiled steps with no safe sound.
Yet the klezmer's mournful tune
Whispers hope beneath the moon.

"Gold or pain—your fate is sealed!"
Darkness laughs, the rack revealed!

Ohhh! The Chains of Eldenburg!
No escape, no light, no words!

On ancient walls, as black as scorn
The ravens watch since time was born
Their wings unfold a binding creed
While we remain, the fort shall bleed

But if they leave, the stones will weep
The curse awakes from cursed sleep

The Ravens of Lenzen!
Guardians of ash and oath!
The Ravens of Lenzen!
Their cry declares, the end is sworn!

Mark these feathers, count their flight
When the last takes wing
Lenzen dies tonight

The wind recalls their hollow call
The ravens rise
The castle falls.

Steel meets steel in the crimson dawn
Havel's tide shall drink their scorn!
Markgraf's host in armor bright
Drowns beneath the Wendish might!

Hooves like thunder swords ignite
Death shall sing the hymn of night!
Rivers roar with drowned men's cries
Eagles fall from stormy skies!

Pritzlawa! Fields of the slain!
Iron drowns in the flood's domain!
Wendish blades in the rising sun
Heinrich's empire undone!

One year hence the sands turn red
Vengeance walks where heroes bled!
Seegeberge piled high
Slavic wrath lights the sky!

Drown in Havel's frost!

Pritzlawa! Feast of the crows!
Break their crowns 'neath pagan blows!
Ride or die in the waves of war
Blood shall seal the legend's lore!

Seegeberge! Sauberge!
Iron sinks and gods emerge!

Read the verdict in blood!

I wore the robe, I swung the blade
No mercy in my hollow eyes
The innocent? Just fuel for flames
Their screams were lies to my black pride!

But night by night, the shadows rise
The hanged men point from beyond the Grave!

I was the law, now I'm the prey
The ghosts I made will drag me away.
No last confessions left to say
The gallows know my name.

The witch's child begged for her life
I laughed: God wants you dead by dawn!
Now tiny hands choke me at night
Her spectre haunts my judgment hall!

Mors vincit omnia
But death won't take me.
I must walk this earth in chains!

I was the law, now hell awaits
The ones I killed now hold my fate.
The rope, the fire, the blade I swung.
Tonight they claim their payment!

Judgment is served.

Before the castles stood
Before the churches rose
He walked this land alone

His shadow crossed the Elbe's tide
One stride could shake the valley
The ravens fled, the farmers hid
His breath brought storms and malice

They raised their swords, they built their Walls
No blade could pierce his skin

One step shakes the land
His fist crushes the sand
Lenzen's giant still walks
In the blood of this land

He hurled the rock that crushed the spire
The Devil's Stone still lies there
His rage outlived the priest's last prayer
His footprint fills with fire

They say his bones became the hills
His heart still beats beneath the river
When midnight storms awake the dead
He rises and roars his wrath again

One step shakes the land
His fist crushes the sand
The legend never dies
The giant still lives

His name is forgotten
His hand is still felt
When storms shake Lenzen
The giant awakes

A farmer vanished in the frost
His throat ripped wide by claws unseen
The blacksmith swore by iron's cost
This curse wears human skin!

He walks on two legs till the shot Rings!

Run when the howl rises!
The Beast of Pankow hunts again!
Silver won't save you
The Curse! Lives! On!

The smith's last bullet found its mark
A human scream beneath the fur
But dawn revealed no corpse—just dark
Pawprints leading to his door

They buried him in chains of steel
Yet every winter, graves lie torn
His Fangs still dream in human Bones!

Run when the Howl Rises!
The Beast of Pankow never dies!
The Moon is his Master
The Night! Will! Feed!

It wasn't dancing, it was a descent into hell!

The fiddler's bow was forged in hell
His tune of pitch and children's screams
Their blisters burst with every step
The ground drank deep their final dreams

The devil grinned"Just one more round!"
But those who fell were never found!

One more step to hell
One more scream to give
The fiddler never stops
The waltz never ends

At midnight still, the marshland groans
Where dancing feet once sank in flame
The ashen prints of twirling dead
Still trace their circles, none escaped

Dancers are mine
Stumblers will die
The moon is my metronome

One more step to hell
The earth still smokes below
No cross, no prayer, no light
Just the fiddler's laugh forever

The old gods demanded blood
He paid in wolves

Crown of antlers, cloak of frost
He ruled where Elbe's waters froze
Till baptized steel pierced his heart
You'll hunt as beast, not man

The priests all cheered beneath their Cross
But the forest whispered his name

Wolf-king rise
Moonlight his throne
The pack still answers
The curse still grows

Now travelers drown in winter's maw
Where paws write death in virgin snow
His spectral horde howls one command
Prignitz will remember me

Vlku králi, naslěduj nas
Wolf-king, lead us
Krv za krev
Blood for blood

Wolf-king rise
Your fangs are the law
No church bells left to ring
Just howls at midnight

Haunting pipes cry dawn's lament
Then drums of war ignite the fray!
Blood-soaked mud the Kaiser's tent
Beneath the grim October day!

Swedish steel and Scottish rage
Banér's guns and Leslie's pikes!
Turning history's bloody page
As Northern storm the South strikes!

Twilight of the Iron Kings!
Wittstock's field where empires fall!
Eagles clipped on blackened wings!
Flanking strike! Breaks the wall!
Hear the pipes' triumphant call:
Victory or death for all!

Hooves like thunder shake the earth
God With Us! their fierce reply!
Scotland's fang Sweden's girth
Tear the Imperial sky!

Pipes scream loud in solo flight
Guitars wail like dying men
Drums march deep into the night
Till cannons roar the end!

Schweden's hammer Highland claw
Holy Roman Empire kneels!
Shattered crown broken law
Truth the victor's steel reveals!

Twilight of the Iron Kings!
Wittstock's field where empires fall!
Eagles clipped on blackened wings!
Flanking strike! Breaks the wall!
Hear the pipes' triumphant call:
Victory or death for all!

Iron Kings fall
Iron Kings fall
Iron Kings fall

The moon reveals what time conceals
Where silver currents twist and turn.
The river sighs of kings who lied
Now bound in sand, they'll never learn.

Do you hear the echoes calling?
Bells of gold through fathoms falling.

Beneath the tide, the kingdom hides
Their marble halls now stand so tall
But none remain to hear their name
The waves devoured their golden shame.

A crown once bright now feeds the night
Its jewels gleam in blackest deep.
The Elbe's hand buries the land
Where sinners laugh in endless sleep.

They swore the flood would never rise.

Beneath the tide, the kingdom died
No light remains, no prayers were saved.
The bells still chime for sunken time.
Wittenberge forgets their crime.

Instrumental 

Beneath the ground the fault lines cry
Wittstocks bones awake and sigh
The towers quake their spires bleed
The earth takes back what men decreed

Seven scars the heavens crack
The soil demands its glory back

Earths rebellion the thunders choir
Land of serpents fields on fire
Earths rebellion hear the mountains rise
The cracks still sing of our demise

They wrote it down as times decay
But every bone recalls that day
The fault line laughs beneath your tread
You walk the path of all long dead

Seven scars the heavens crack
The soil demands its glory back

Earths rebellion the thunders choir
Land of serpents fields on fire
Earths rebellion bury all your lies
The cracks still sing of when we died

The earth never forgets
The earth never forgets

Thunder cracks the year is fourteen Eleven
Kurt von bassewitz vengeance sworn From heaven
Kyritz walls in steadfast defiance stand
His fury strikes like fire on stone so grand

Dig the tunnel bring the spades tonight
Beneath the earth a grave is set alight
But in the dungeon lurking deep below
A thief heard whispers secrets start to Grow

Steel on stone the breach is drawing near
Awake the enemy is here

Raise your blades for kyritz brave
Defiance burns from sky to grave
A traitor falls a hero stands
His blood still staining conquered lands
From secret earth the wolf arises
His own blade fell the tyrant dies

Some scream of porridge scalding red
Some tell of pikes where tyrants bled
But all agree the head was finally claimed
His cursed sword forever shamed

The bells still toll through centuries long
For just for poor for freedoms strong
The mayors cloak the sacred tear
Echoes the night of blood and fear

Raise your blades for kyritz proud
Unbroken screaming loud
They wrote their fate in flame and wrath
Defiance showed its fangs of path
From secret earth the beast unleashed
His own blade made the tyrant bleed
Kyritz stands forever

His blood still stains the hall

Iron hooves on midnight roads
His shadow falls where the marshland glows
Across the bridge through mist and fear
One step too far and he draws near

Ride or hide the moor decides
His whisper burns in the dead mens eyes

Black rider lord of the fen
Black rider the curse of men
Black rider your soul he claims
In the marshs fire he calls your name

They say he guards the buried hall
Where pagan kings met their final call
His price is blood his promise pain
You ride with him and not again

Ride or hide the moor decides
His whisper burns in the dead mens eyes

Black rider lord of the fen
Black rider the curse of men
Black rider your soul he claims
In the marshs fire he calls your name

Galloping rhythm church choir chants in Minor harmony

Black rider plattenburgs doom
Black rider from the tomb
Black rider through night and rain
The curse rides on forever reigns

His hoofbeats fade but never end
The moor still waits to claim again

In woods where shadows crawl and creep
By devils lake so dark and deep
She rose in red from waters grave
No soul was strong enough to save

Anglers vanished in the night
Dragged below without a fight
From binenwalde came her name
Frau kloeckner bathed in fear and flame

They fired lead into her chest
But bullets bounced she never bled
Only silver pure and bright
Could end her cursed infernal blight

They laid a trap with bread and milk
Soft as clouds and smooth as silk
She shrank into a bottle tight
Sealed beneath the morning light

Witch of the devils lake arise
Blood in her wake death in her eyes
Bound in glass now running free
She haunts the woods near rheinsbergs Trees
Shell never die shell never sleep
The devils debt runs far too deep

But fate it played a crueler game
The bottle cracked and released her flame
She vanished deep into the shade
Where no man dares to speak her name

The hacht now hides her wicked grin
Where silence screams and sins begin
A whisper rides the northern breeze
She waits beneath the cursed trees

Witch of the devils lake arise
Blood in her wake death in her eyes
Back from the dark the seal is torn
She rides the mist each blood red dawn

Frau kloeckner waits beneath the cursed Trees
Her shadow lingers in the northern Breeze
The devils lake reflects her eyes
Where silence screams and terror lies

Perleberg in wars bleakest hour
A man faced his own mirrored power
By the fountain cold and stark
Devils work the council barked

Dont speak its name dont meet its gaze
Or fire will end your mirrored days

Devils work the double curse
Two souls trapped in one universe
Devils work purged by the flame
The pastor and his shadows shame

The preacher knelt in dread and prayer
His dark twin stood beside him there
Burn them now the mob demanded
As twin pyres in the square expanded

Which one was real

Thirteen shadows kneel in smoke
Their psalms now fading vows revoked
The reformers torch ignites the door
They face the flames and fear no more

Ashes rising in sacred shape
The choirs burning yet will not break

Night of the forgotten walls crack like Bone
Night of the forgotten the stairs cry alone
Night of the forgotten no one hears their Cries
Just blackened prayers where the last Smoke lies

They found the books in ninety nine
The leather torn the binding spine
Touch a page it turns to dust
Yet words still cling to the scaffolders trust

Joachims word melt gods own tongue to Guns
The belfry emptied the river won
One bell escaped the furnaces flame
It sank below but kept its name

Bronze tomb salt and rust
No requiem just rivers trust

No death knell from below the waters Groan
No death knell yet fishers know
Its voice still turns the deep to snow
The bell still dreams in undertow

I toll for ships alone

Steel clad rhythm eight seconds drums Swell into verse

A pretender came with a stolen crown
Laid siege to kyritz to burn it down
Open your gates the impostor cried
But behind those walls the truth would Bide

No swords unsheathed no banners high
They feigned their fear they masked the Lie
Come drink our wine oh waldemar
Tonight you'll dine beneath the stars

Raise the steins let valor wane
Wait till the wine ignites their shame

Toast to deceit the table turns
Cups of fire the liar burns
Toast to deceit the weak prevail
When wits outplay the blades old tale

When ale soaked pride and courage Drowned
The burghers struck without a sound
No battle cry just drunken moans
The false king knelt before their thrones

Toast to deceit the table turns
Cups of fire the liar burns
Toast to deceit the town retains
The freedom won through cunning brains

Ha the false kings fame
Outsmarted by his own game

A farmers son in breddins fields
Two hearts entwined where shadow Yields
The red boys love a servants vow
The masters daughter watched and Scowled

Her whispers dripped like poisoned wine
She turned her fathers heart malign
Away you rogue the verdict came
Their tender dream consumed by shame

Oh stars conceal your light
The night will claim their plight

The red boys tears fill pond below
The maids last breath in barn of woe
Unjustly torn by envys blow
Their ghosts now walk where sorrows Grow

He chose the waters cold embrace
She met the rope in shadowed space
Two souls adrift in fates cruel scheme
Breddins fields now haunt this dream

The red boys tears fill pond below
The maid still calls through winters snow
Love cursed by hands that sowed such Woe
Eternal rest they'll never know

Still they wander cold and stark
Loves flame extinguished in the dark

In the shadowed walls of Lüneburg's Stone
A young princeling grew with the Psalms alone
Far from the gods of his homeland's Sands
Raised by the scripture and the cross's Hand

But deep beneath that holy light
Burned ancient duty ancestral right
Called by the North banished by fate
An exiled heir at a stranger's gate

O Gottschalk prince of the Obodrites
Born between worlds carried by strife
You fell in Lenzen yet not into silence
For the songs remember your sorrow and Life

With Danish blades and a royal command
He returned once more to a land
Raised up new strongholds set order in Place
United mission and princely grace

Mecklenburg echoed with singers and Bells
Church towers rising above the swells
But old bloodlines murmured began to Resent
Too foreign his rule too hard his intent

O Gottschalk prince of the Obodrites
Born between worlds carried by strife
You fell in Lenzen yet not into silence
For the songs remember your sorrow and Life

When the eagle of Bremen was struck From the sky
The North awakened with a heathen cry
The people rose up the fire ascended
The seed of anger long defended

In Lenzen's halls on that border of fate
Gottschalk stood firm at destiny's gate
No hatred no fear just a final stand
A prince who fell with his past in hand

"Slava rodu! Slava zemlya!
Slava onym chto padosta v chas boya!"
Glory to the lineage
Glory to those who fell in the hour of battle

"Nakonichi synu pamyat zhivaya
vechno v pesnyakh v dukhe naroda"
Son of the Nakonids the memory lives
Eternal in songs in the spirit of the People

His wife fled north with the heir in her Arms
Shielded by Danes from the storming Harm
Yet the tale of martyrdom carried wide
A prince a believer torn by time

The rivers remember the forests still Whisper
Of the day in Lenzen and the falling star
No triumph no glory just human Struggle
And a name sung proud in the northern Dark

O Gottschalk prince of the Obodrites
Born between worlds carried by strife
You fell in Lenzen yet not into silence
For the songs remember your sorrow and Life

Gottschalk prince missionary martyr
A name of fire A fate of time

They came with fire from northern lands Afar
For naught but a garter and pride turned To war

From kyritz by the knatter fists raised to The sky
The townsfolk stood firm with fire in their Eye
A knight of mecklenburg furious and Proud
His garter was stolen he swore it aloud

He summoned his brothers with steel in Their hand
To strike down the mockers to scorch Every land
The bells they did toll the heavens turned Red
The war for a ribbon left hundreds lie Dead

They laughed in the alleys cursed loud in The square
Kyritz would answer with blades in the air
No mercy no fear just courage and flame
They fought not for gold but for honor And name

Garter war where steel meets disgrace
For a strip of cloth you have lost your Place
Kyritz stands tall as your armies fall
Mockery rises while empires crawl

The mecklenburg helm was loosened in Fight
The knight was exposed in the pale of Moonlight
He tied it with garter that cursed little Thread
But a kyritzer blade struck him straight Through the head

He fell in the dirt the ribbon still tied
His lance shattered deep in his honor and Pride
The town roared with laughter the legend Was born
A knight died for fashion disgraced and Forlorn

A garter undone a legend was made
Kyritz had won with both steel and with Blade
From towers to taverns the song would be Sung
How laughter and cunning outlived sword And lung

Garter war pride was your doom
You bled for a thread beneath the banner Of gloom
Kyritz the cunning the bold and the free
Their iron was laughter their sword was Their glee

And on storm ridden nights when the Knatter still moans
They whisper of kyritz in cursed tones
Not steel alone brings a hero to die
But a garter misplaced beneath mocking Sky

Garter war your shame will remain
In blood and in song you have died in vain
Kyritz the fearless with jest and with Blade
A legend in fire and fury was made

Garter war a tale told in jest
Where pride bore the wound and death Did the rest
The river still roars with the voices of yore
Garter war and kyritz keeps score

Cold wind whispered through the ancient Pines
Stolen light clutched tight crossed fateful Lines
Deep within the shadows where thieves Confide
Sacred token taken swallowed by the Pride

Steel blade flashed down beneath the Moons cold stare
The white form trembled wept a crimson Prayer
Terror gripped his soul he dropped and Fled
Left the holy blood on leaves where Angels tread

Crimson in the pines
Where the miracle aligns
Washed in tears these hallowed signs
Crimson in the pines
Echoes through the twisted vines
Where the wounded light resigns

Pilgrims came with burdens seeking grace
To where the forest held this sacred space
Healing rose like mist from hallowed Ground
Where the thiefs despair and heavens cry Were found

Crimson in the pines
Where the miracle aligns
Washed in tears these hallowed signs
Crimson in the pines
Stones of reverence now define
This truth beneath the skys design

Monks chant low where the pines still Stand guard
Over blood stained earth forever scarred And starred
A testament in stone where shadows part
Crimson in the pines
Etched upon the heart

Instrumental 

Midnight in Prignitz, moons on the run
Rosies dancing til the war is won
Snaps her fingers, rivers shake
Rose vines spiral from the lake
Tyrants whisper witch, she just smirks
Her revolution blooms in the dirt

Crimson petals in her hair
Rebel love burns through the air
Shadows lurch, she's not there

Dance with thorns
Petals fly where she stomps the ground
They stole her name, now she's burning Free
Bow to me

Whoa Rosie
Thorns and glitter in her fists
Whoa magic
Secrets bloom on every kiss

Stone walls crack where her tears have Fallen
Tyrants tremble, crowns are hollow
My loves not gone, her laugh ignites
Dead gardens burst with red starlight
Thorns climb thrones, a sharp surprise
Kneel, she whispers, look me in the eyes

Crimson petals hit the floor
Rebel love kicks down the door
Their fear is perfume, she wants more

Dance with thorns
Petals fly where she stomps the ground
They stole her name, now she's burning Free
Bow to me

Chapels crumble
Tyrants crown cracks to the ground
Her curse is freedom, feel it now
Rose roots rise, take a bow

Dance with thorns
Petals fly where she stomps the ground
They stole her name, now she's burning Free
Dance with thorns
Petals fly where she stomps the ground
They stole her name, now she's burning Free
Bow to me
Rose revolution

Breddin nights, two hearts collide
Shadows hide the love inside
Whispers cut like winter snow
Master's words say"Boy, let go"

We ran through fields, the moon our Guide
But envy burned the ties inside

Red Boy, don't let go
Tears fall where the waters flow
Red Boy, hold me tight
We'll dance through the endless night

Barn doors close, her breath runs thin
Pond reflects the pain within
Two souls lost, the fire gone
Still the night keeps pulling on

We ran through fields, the moon our Guide
But envy burned the ties inside

Red Boy, don't let go
Tears fall where the waters flow
Red Boy, hold me tight
We'll dance through the endless night

Stars, hide your light
We belong to the night

Red Boy, don't let go
Tears fall where the waters flow
Red Boy, hold me tight
We'll dance through the endless night

Glöwen's curse walks out tonight
Run if you want — you can't hide

Midnight roads where dead men tread
A stalking shade with eyes of lead
No growl, no breath, just hellish chill
It knows your sin, it bends your will

Crossroads burn in guilty light
Your pulse his drum, your soul his rite

Shadowbound in Glöwen's night
Doom's own herald at the gate
Shadowbound — don't turn around
Each step seals your fate

They hanged him high, they burned him Blind
But flesh means nothing to his kind
Now ash-black paws and fangs of spite
He hunts the liars, hunts the night

See the fire inside his stare
Damned ones know he's always there

Shadowbound in Glöwen's night
Your shadow fits his jaws aligned
Shadowbound — one final breath
And you are marked, you are the sign

And the lost can see his frame
And all who do wear hell's own name

Iron hooves on midnight Ground
A moving shade where Bogfires drown
Across the bridge through Mist and fear
One step more
He's drawing near

Ride or hide
The fen decides

Black rider
Lord of the fen
Black rider
Curse of men
Black rider
Hear his call
Moorfire
Claims us all

They say he guards the Buried hall
Where pagan kings were Bound to fall
His price is blood
His vow is pain
You ride with him
You won't remain

Ride or hide
The fen decides

Black rider
Cold and bound
Black rider
Hallowed ground
Black rider
Speak my name
In the fire
In the flame

In feno pactum ardet
Nulla fuga
Nulla lux

Black rider
Ride or hide
Black rider
Side by side
Black rider
Endless reign
The fen will call
Again, again

His hoofbeats fade
But never end
The fen still waits
To claim, again

Through the mist they Run in fear
Branded souls are Marked right here
Eldenburg, cold stone
No breath
A knight of torment deals In death

Iron jaws, the walls
Close in
Chains on skin, the Cursed sign
Pay the price or fade to Dust
No mercy left
Just greed and lust

Eldenburg, no escape
No light here, no words to Pray
Eldenburg, iron walls
Hear the night as hope Just falls

Altmark burns beneath Their feet
Exiled hearts on broken Streets
Shadows walk, no place To hide
Castle breathes on every Side

Gold or pain, your fate is Sealed
Cold steel laughs, the rack Revealed

Eldenburg, no escape
No light here, no words to Pray
Eldenburg, iron walls
Hear the night as hope Just falls

Under moonlight, Whispers stay
Broken hope won't fade Away

Eldenburg, no escape
No light here, no words to Pray

Stone above the silent Town
Cold eyes watching
Looking down
No one moved, no one Prayed
But the omen was already Made

Stone-carved horse on the Highest wall
Shadows long before the Fall
Whispered Prayers, Breath of fear
Something dark was Drawing near

Fire danced in children's Eyes
Black smoke crawling Through the sky
No one spoke, the bells Stood still
Night prepared to break Its will

Hold your breath — don't Look back
Hear the omen crack by Crack

When the horse fell — Fire rose
Streets turned black Where the river flows
Skies went red — hearts Went cold
The omen code — the Sign was told

When the horse fell
Ash and flame
Stone and blood in a Whispered name
Skies went red — night Rebelled
The omen code — when The horse fell

Rooftops high, they Watched it die
Silent screams into the Sky
Laughter broke to broken Sound
Shattered dreams on Bleeding ground

Doors were closed
Prayers were thin
Darkness crawling under Skin
Every step, every breath
Tasted like the kiss of Death

Hold your breath — hear The sign
Stone is falling out of Time

When the horse fell
Fire rose
Streets turned black Where the river flows
Skies went red — hearts Went cold
The omen code — the Sign was told

When the horse fell
Ash and flame
Stone and blood in a Whispered name
Skies went red — night Rebelled
The omen code — when The horse fell

Stone to dust
Dust to flame
Say the town
Say its name

Stone to dust
Dust to flame
The omen code
Burns in flame

When the horse fell
Fire rose
Streets turned black Where the river flows
Skies went red — hearts Went cold
The omen code — the Sign was told

When the horse fell
Ash and flame
Stone and blood in a Whispered name
Skies went red — night Rebelled
The omen code — when The horse fell

Stone is gone
But the sign still dwells
The omen code
When the horse fell

A faint pulse in the dark
A signal from the deep
The banks are watching,silent
A promise they will keep
The main spectacle unfolds here

Stay calm
No hectic
Keep the peace

The current pulls you under
A rhythm, cold and deep
There is no need for wonder
The secrets that we keep
Your main spectacle unfolds here

Breathe in. Breathe out
Remain relaxed

The pressure is a building wave
A frequency,a sacred crave
From the to yours the shift is made
A choice presented,not delayed

The main spectacle unfolds here
Your main spectacle unfolds here

What is the hurry
There is no hurry
The spectacle has all the time in the world
It unfolds on its own
In the mist
On the river
Remain
Relaxed

No hectic
No hectic
Our main spectacle unfolds here
Our main spectacle unfolds here

What is the hurry
There is no hurry
The spectacle has all the time in the World
It unfolds on its own
In the mist
On the river
Remain
Relaxed

No hectic
No hectic
Our main spectacle unfolds here
Our main spectacle unfolds here

Tick – Tick – Tick

Er repariert die Zeit

hält Dich an

Durch Dorfstaub und Abendgebet
Kommt er, der die Uhren versteht
Silberketten, kalte Hand
Er kennt deinen Namen, nimmt dich an
Blau und weiß, der Matrosenjunge
Zugeschnürt die kleine Lunge
Mutter küsst dich, Glocke schreit
Er führt dich heim — in Dunkelheit

Kleine Hände auf kaltem Stahl
Jede Sekunde wird zur Zahl
Einmal klopfen, Tür geht auf
Die Zeit bestimmt den Lebenslauf

Tick – Tick – Tick
Die Uhr weint nicht
Zwölf kleine Matrosen sahen das Licht nicht

Tick – Tick – Tick
Kalt und rot
Die Zeit behält, was Seefeld bot

Wald atmet schwer, die Elbe ist still
Keiner geht hier, wenn er will
Schritte sinken in den Grund
Namen bleiben ohne Mund
Knöpfe fallen ins nasse Laub
Kleine Geister in Matrosen Staub
Jedes Flehen kommt zu spät
Jede "Stunde zählt das Gebet

Stahl im Schatten, Recht und Pflicht
Papier trägt Namen, Gnade nicht
Wintersonne, Zellentor
Das Fallbeil singt — dann nichts mehr vor

Tick – Tick – Tick
Kein Zurück
Der Zeiger schlägt das letzte Stück

Tick – Tick – Tick
Kalt und tot
Die Zeit behält, was Seefeld bot

Tempus non parkit
Innocens cadit
Sanguis manet
Sanguis manet

Tick – Tick – Tick

Zwölf kleine Matrosen
kamen nie zurück

Oh, this endless sky is callin' me
Open fields where my mind runs free
In the silence, I can finally breathe
Prignitz beauty, this is heavenly.

Left the noise and the city lights behind
On this open road, I'm losin' track of time
Golden sunsets paint the Elbe stream
Wider than the horizon of my wildest dream

Oh, this endless sky is callin' me
Open fields where my mind runs free
In the silence, I can finally breathe
Prignitz beauty, this is heavenly.

And when the stars come out at night
The world feels quiet, everything feels right
A breath of air, so pure and clear
All my doubts just disappear

Prignitz beauty, Heavenly

Perleberg in bleakest hour
A man stood face to mirrored power
By the fountain, cold and stark
Council whispers: Devil's mark

Don't speak its name
Don't meet its eyes
Or fire will claim
Your mirrored life

Devil's work — the double sin
Two black souls in trembling skin
Devil's work — born in the flame
The priest, the shadow, both the same

The preacher knelt in ash and fear
His dark twin standing far too near
Burn them now, the mob demands
Two twin pyres in shaking hands

Don't speak its name
Don't meet its eyes
Or fire will claim
Your mirrored life

Devil's work — the double sin
Two black souls in trembling skin
Devil's work — born in the flame
The priest, the shadow, both the same

Cold stone, hot breath
One soul born in double death
Who is god, who is hoax
Only fire finally knows

Devil's work — the final sign
Two souls dissolve in burning time
Devil's work — no truth remains
Just echoing screams in holy flames

Which one was real
Which one to blame
Only the fire
Spoke the name

In Kampehl's crypt where the stone lies cold
Swear the oath or forfeit your soul
A knight in death, yet flesh stays near
His silver tongue betrayed by fear
If guilt is mine, then let me rot
But Death just grinned, his bones forgot
Shepherd's blood, a lover's plea
The court believed his dignity

Oh Kahlbutz
Your curse still moves beneath the clay
Oh Kahlbutz
The grave rejects the lies you made

Three hundred years, his peers to dust
Yet leathern skin still clings to crust
No worm will feast, no mold will stay
The oath lives on in dried decay
Hear the coffin whisper low
Truth will rise where liars go
Never, never

Oh Kahlbutz
Your hollow eyes still watch the night
Oh Kahlbutz
The damned don't sleep, they wait for light

Oh Kahlbutz
Your hollow eyes still watch the night
Oh Kahlbutz
The damned don't sleep, they wait for light

In Kampehl's crypt one lie remains
The oath endures though saints refrain

She walks the wharf in widow's lace
Cold in her eyes, no mercy's trace
They say the tide took him below
Now she calls the lost to follow

Lanterns flicker, voices fade
Every step a debt repaid
A whisper thin, a hand unseen
Pulls you down where shadows dream

Widowmaker
Dressed in black, she draws you nearer
Widowmaker
When she calls, the night grows clearer
Widowmaker
Cold her vow, no turning now
She drags you where no sun burns

Shipwrecked souls in waters deep
Silent vows and endless sleep
Under the moon her shadow sways
Trapping the lost in a drifting maze

The river hums her broken song
Love betrayed and carried on
Hearts undone, the current's claim
The Elbe speaks and takes your name

Widowmaker
Final breath, the river's taking
Widowmaker
No escape, no hope of waking
Widowmaker
Cold her vow, no turning now
She drags you where no sun burns

Where no sun burns now
No sun burns now

From depths where shadow devils sleep
A red shape rose from waters deep
From Binenwalde came the name
Of Frau Klöckner fear and flame
They fought with lead and fiery breath
To bind her to a liquid death

A final trick with bread and milk
She shrank away as smooth as silk
Into a prison clear and cold
A story sung a legend told

The bottle cracked the seal is torn
She walks again on blood-red morn
The devil's debt runs deep and true
There's nothing that her hands won't do
Witch of the lake with dead cold eyes
Beneath the curse of Rheinsberg's trees

The anglers gone without a trace
A wicked grin upon her face
The Hacht now hides her from the light
Where silence screams into the night
Pre-Chorus
They thought the glass would hold her tight
Beneath the gentle morning light

The bottle cracked the seal is torn
She walks again on blood-red morn
The devil's debt runs deep and true
There's nothing that her hands won't do
Witch of the lake with dead cold eyes
Beneath the curse of Rheinsberg's trees

No silver bright no holy word
No pleading prayer can now be heard
Just waiting near the water's edge
A whispered vow a cutting pledge

The bottle cracked the seal is torn
She rides the mist of blood-red morn
The debt is deep and never done
Her reign of night has just begun

The bottle cracked
Klöckner's back

It wasn't dancing,a descent to hell
The fiddler's bow was forged in hell
His tune of pitch and distant screams

Their blisters burst with every step
The ground drank deep their final dreams
The devil grinned Just one more round
And those who fell were never found

One more step to hell
One more scream to give
The fiddler never stops
This waltz will never end

At midnight still,the marshland groans
Where dancing feet sank down in flames
The ashen prints of twirling dead
Still trace the ring from which none fled

One more step to hell
One more scream to give
The fiddler never stops
This waltz will never end

Dancers are mine
Stumblers will die
The moon, my metronome

One more step to hell
The earth still smokes below
No cross,no prayer, no light
Just the fiddler's laugh, forever

Nebel auf der Elbe
Kiefern schwarz im Licht
Graues Leinen im Morgenrot
Und der Himmel schweigt

Tiefe Schritte im Sand
Kalter Atem im Wind
Aus Lanz kam einst ein Wanderer
Wo die stillen Wasser sind

Er kam wie Regen
Auf verbrannter Flur
Wie fernes Donnerrollen
Durch die märkische Natur

Barfuß durch die Wiesen
Durch Frost und Morgenrot
Der Fluss trug kaltes Schweigen
Und der Wind roch nach Brot

Seine Stimme brannte
Wie Feuer im November
Und junge Herzen folgten
Durch Nebel ohne Ende

Sie stiegen in die Fluten
Wo weißer Atem stand
Und sangen in den Eichen
Dem Morgen entgegen

Frisch!
Fomm!
Fröhlich!
Frei!

Frisch Fei!

Er sprach in schweren Worten
Wie Holz auf hartem Stein
Kein fremdes Wort sollte
In deutschen Mündern sein

Aus alten dunklen Büchern
Zog er Glut hervor
Das Wort vom alten Turnen
Stieg wie Rauch empor

Reck und Barren standen
Im Tau der frühen Welt
Und jede raue Faser
War stärker als das Geld

Die Hände voller Erde
Der Blick voll Morgenwind
Und über stillen Feldern
Lag Jahns verlorner Schritt

Frisch!
Fromm!
Fröhlich!
Frei!

Frisch Frei!

Graues Tuch im Regen
Wie Segel auf dem Moor
Er zog durch stille Dörfer
Und trug den Wind empor

Die Elbe nahm sein Echo
Durch Schilf und Weidenland
Bis heute lebt sein Schatten
Im märkischen Sand

Vielleicht nur ein Wanderer
Mit Frost in Haut und Blick
Vielleicht nur eine Stimme
Die niemals ganz versiegt

Denn manchmal trägt der Morgen
Wenn Nebel langsam zieht
Noch immer seinen Ruf
Durch das schweigende Gebiet

Barfuß
Im Frost

Atem
Im Wind

Die Erde kalt
Die Hände rau

Und irgendwo
Zwischen Lanz und Elbe
Geht noch ein Schritt
Durch den Morgen

Frisch!
Fromm!
Fröhlich!
Frei!

Frisch Frei!

Frisch!
Fromm!
Fröhlich!
Frei!

Frisch Frei!

Nebel auf der Elbe
Kiefern schwarz im Licht
Ein Ruf liegt über Feldern
Der niemals ganz zerbricht

Atme ein
Atme aus
Bleib gefasst

Ein Impuls im Dunkel
Ein Befehl aus dem Grund
Wächter starren reglos
Ein Eid bleibt ungebrochen
Das Endgericht ist hier

Bleib stumm
Kein Widerstand
Akzeptier den Frieden

Kein Entkommen
Kein Entkommen
Unser Endgericht ist hier
Unser Gesetz ist jetzt hier

Der Sog zieht dich hinab
Der Takt ist kalt und stumpf
Stell keine Fragen mehr
Die Schuld, die wir tragen
Dein Prozess ist jetzt hier

Atme ein
Atme aus
Bleib gefasst

Welle aus Druck und Macht
Frequenz, die dich begehrt
Dein Wille bricht – ihr Gesetz
Die Entscheidung fällt jetzt hier

Kein Entkommen
Kein Entkommen
Unser Endgericht ist hier
Unser Gesetz ist jetzt hier

Wo willst du hin
Kein Entrinnen
Erdulde
Ergeben

Atme ein

River black
Lenzen calls
Heads fall

Elbe runs black with blood of tribes
Nine twenty nine became the night
Wendish banners torn and drowned
Heinrich left them to the ground
Gde moja glava?

Moonlight burns on river skin
Headless rider rides again
Through the reeds and driving rain
No grave ever forged a chain

Hear the hooves below the wire
Marshland breath and chapel fire
Through the fog their standards rise
Empty necks and burning eyes

Headless Horde
Ride the dark and cross the ford
Headless Horde
Drawn again by blood and sword
Headless Horde
Find your skull or take instead
Headless Horde
Night collects the unpaid dead

Centuries drowned in mud and flame
Iron tracks still speak his name
Modern mouths deny the tale
Then they hear them in the gale

Hear the hooves below the wire
Marshland breath and chapel fire
Through the fog their standards rise
Empty necks and burning eyes

No priest could bless him
No king could claim him
No grave could keep him
Bring me my head

Headless Horde
Ride the dark and cross the ford
Headless Horde
Drawn again by blood and sword
Headless Horde
Find your skull or take instead
Headless Horde
Night collects the unpaid dead

River black
Lenzen calls
Gde moja glava.

It wasn't dancing, a fall from grace
A shadow tune in a haunted place
The fiddler's bow ignites the floor
He calls you back to dance once more

Your heartbeat pounds with every step
The floor keeps pulling, drawing breath
The devil smiles, Just one more round
You feel the pull of that endless sound

One more step in time
One more breath to give
The fiddler keeps the beat
This waltz will always live

One more spin around
Till you forget the door
You're lost inside the sound
Still coming back for more

At midnight still, the dance goes on
The lights fade out but not the song
Those echoing feet that crossed this floor
Still turn in time to the rhythm's roar

One more step in time
One more breath to give
The fiddler keeps the beat
This waltz will always live

One more spin around
Till you forget the door
You're lost inside the sound
Still coming back for more

Dancers are mine
Stumblers will fall
The moon, my metronome
I'm calling you all

One more step in time
The night still pulls you close
No turning back tonight
Just the fiddler's voice that grows

One more spin around
You're reaching out for more
Forever in this waltz
Still coming back for more

Peat-black water grins below
All the buried laughs awake
Monk and pagan start the show
Cackling while the mirebones shake

Roots are giggling under skin
Crooked circles spin me in

Eye in the mire
Crimson twitch in the quagmire
Babbling voices spiral down
Where the drowned and mad are bound

Eye in the mire
Burning bright in buzzing ground
Every thought is slipping slow
Every nerve the fen will own

Wanderer hears the chorus bright
Jesting lights in rabid night
Mud snickers: Join the drowned
Frothing fen demands its pound

Tongues of water start to rave
While the gods all dodge and wave

Eye in the mire
Crimson twitch in the quagmire
Babbling voices spiral down
Where the drowned and mad are bound

Eye in the mire
Burning bright in buzzing ground
Every thought is slipping slow
Every nerve the fen will own

Hic est risus obscurus
Mens in palude ruit
Hic est risus obscurus
Mens in palude ruit

Eye in the mire
Red like jokes beneath the briar
No escape from peat and bone
Raving bog rewrites your throne

Eye in the mire
Blistered flame in manic loam
You are named, you are crowned
Another laugh is mire-bound

Peat-black water
Still
still
still laughs

Cold wind whispers through the ancient Pines
Stolen light is crossing sacred lines
In the shadow where the thieves confide
Sacred token lost to sin and pride

Steel blade flashing in the moon's cold Stare
White form trembling in a crimson prayer
Terror takes him, drops it all and runs
Holy blood now stains the forest lungs

Crimson in the pines
Where the broken night refines
Washed in tears these sacred signs
Crimson in the pines
Echoes thread the twisted vines
Where the wounded light still shines

Pilgrims came with burdened hearts to Pray
To the forest where the shadows stay
Healing rises like a silver mist
Where despair and heaven's sorrow Kissed

Broken soul beneath the bleeding sky
Stolen faith still hears the angels cry

Crimson in the pines
Where the broken night refines
Washed in tears these sacred signs
Crimson in the pines
Stones of reverence now define
Truth beneath the sky's design

Monks chant low where the pine trees Stand
Over blood-soaked ground and sacred Land
Testament in stone where shadows part
Crimson carved into the heart

Crimson in the pines
Where the broken night refines
Washed in tears these sacred signs
Crimson in the pines
Time itself before them bends
Where the wounded light ascends

Cold wind whispers through the ancient Pines
Now the stolen light is made divine