Our names won't be remembered,
If we die like trampled flowers,
I refuse to be forgotten
written of as less than worthless,
Scream and cry but none will hear you,
plead and beg but none will help you,
You no longer live as cattle,
Will you rise and join the battle?
There are beings that live off our fears,
And their words, are like knives, as they play, with our lives,
They'll try to control you, as if they own you
Will you let them steal your freedom?
Channel the anger swelling inside you,
fight the boundary till you break through,
Deep in your soul there's no hesitation,
So make yourself the one they all fear,
There is a wild fire inside you,
Burning desire you can't extinguish,
Your crimson arrow rips through the twilight,
This is the moment for war.
Aim your arrow and chase until they fall, Don't let the target get away.
Shoot your arrow and catch up as they fall, Crush those standing in your way.
Draw your bow until it won't go further back, Feel the tension with your fingers.
Shoot until it dies, peer into their eyes, See that no signs of life linger.
There is no need for tools or skills to, mangle your prey and to make the kill.
Only the lust for revenge, honed and waiting to be fulfilled!
Wir sind der Jäger... Feverish as the blazing fires.
Wir sind der Jäger... Ruthless as the howling arctic winds.
Wir sind der Jäger... Soul and arrow, one entity.
Wir sind der Jäger... Plow through every obstacle thats in your way.
To change something there must be, something else as a sacrifice.
To pave the road to victory, one must be ready to pay the price.
What can be achieved when we hesitate, not taking perilous chances?
So are we leaving it all up to fate?
Wild and rash thoughts, they might be for naught,
even though my courage is blinded still.
Place your bets, here come the army of freedom.
Let us running slaves sing in victory!
Change the hatred towards injustice, to arrows flying across the abyss.
He dreams of the taken horizon, yearning for freedom (Eren!)
The bloodlust that consumes my body, Devouring every fibre of me,
Bringing them the mauve knell of midnight,
The Bows and Arrows of Hell