Letra da Música Going To Wacken de Prison Bäit

I know a place in germany
Where disputes were fought
A place where vikings and saxons
Have battled to control it
A village that has become sacred
Where no one sees blood
In summer a black army marches
Towards three days of celebration

Instead of swords and axes
We see guitars and basses
Instead of shields and hauberks
We see spikes and leather vests
Ready for a battle with no deaths

You know from where I speak
You know where to find
The party started, because I am
Going to wacken!

We see people of all ages
With his long hair and horns in their hands
Bouncing their heads
Singing songs with air guitars
People all over the world toasting
With cups full of beer
And pretty girls ready for whatever comes

I just want to get drunk
With friends around
Banging their heads, 'cause I am
Going to wacken