Tropaion [English translation]

I stand on my knees at the place for my campfire,

I cook the meat for a smokey trophy.

I give a hail, under starlit, open veld

to the beast who sacrificed his life

I bear a urge, like Attila and Xenophon,

in my bow its animal form lives

The hunger is my Nemesis and my demon,

by it I have gotten my name.

Tropaion, Tropaion

Tropaion, Tropaion

Kalahari steppe is an inhospitable place

but my heart is eternal right there.

I hear the wind that calls for a new hardship,

the Black Death, is what I demand.

The Crux rules over blood and arrow and Africa,

over the battle-scarred land.

The rigorous dwells in a bloodstained history,

As red as Africa's swirling sand

Tropaion, Tropaion

Tropaion, Tropaion

Dust and blood, red sand

At the fire the hunter holds a skull in his hand

Dust and blood, red sand

At the fire the hunter holds a skull in his hand

Tropaion, Tropaion

Tropaion, Tropaion

Dust and blood, red sand

At the fire the hunter holds a skull in his hand

Dust and blood, red sand

At the fire the hunter holds a skull in his hand

• Artist:Raubtier
• Album:Bärsärkagång