Iron Fists and Snowy Fields

Around the visor falls the snow
Their elan now begins to show
The black cross against the white
A thousand of the empire's knights
To the borderlands they dash
Swords drawn in the light flash
A yard of good Prussian steel
Here the enemy will die or kneel
Steel gauntlets grasp the reins
Ignoring the blood and pain
The ground watered with pagan blood
Corpses fall into the icy mud
Vengeance of the Lord
Incarnate by a stream of swords
Judgement on the snowy fields
Leather and steel leave none to yield