Our troops are ready to plunder and burn Lightning strikes on command Mark of death on the shining steel We proudly hold the black banners high Marching through the enemy's land We sing the Devil's song Always ready to lead and to die We smile as the war reigns And never kneel when the death is close We proudly hold the black banners high Marching through the enemy's land We sing the Devil's song Who else can trust so much the commanding Gods To sacrifice life, soul and the world Now war is lost, our tombs are cursed Please, pray for us in Hell