Fenring Immelman

Swedish march:
Just as Sigfried on Fafners soil
among dangers, mishaps and betreyals
We hold our bodies and souls strong
in the dangerous game of war.
And each time we are called by the winds of war
we sail toward our flaming destiny
We kiss our women goodbye and with our hand we grip our swords.

The sword is drawn, the wolf-hour near
Forward toward glory and death!

In our veins flows noble blood
we are not afraid to sacrifice our lifes
our hearts are full of heroism
on our way toward a new offensive

Because he who wants to become a hero
will do whatever he must.
He never retreats, he stands firm
so he may fall and die as a man

We don't look forward,
we don't look back,
we begin our last charge.
Our brothers are falling,
the Valkyries Calling
We slay on our way to Valhall
Heroes on their way to Valhall