| Song | Electricity |
| Artist | Blood Axis |
| Album | Storms Of Steel Over Germany '98 |
| We three | |
| When all these things are done | |
| And the stream of blood | |
| Has veiled the murky air | |
| With paws of crimson | |
| Which the sun sucks upwards | |
| Then we shall dance | |
| All thy blood | |
| Around thy tomb | |
| And over the piled corpses | |
| I will lift my limbs | |
| High with each step | |
| And all the folk who’ll see me there | |
| Yea, all who from afar only my shadow see will say | |
| For a great king | |
| All his flesh and blood | |
| Hold high festival and solemn revel. | |
| And blessed is he | |
| That hath children | |
| Who will dance around his holy tomb | |
| Such royal dances of victory. | |
| We are three muscle spirits | |
| In electricity | |
| Force and aim in energy | |
| While you are merely two | |
| A form, if that | |
| Motion - a minimum | |
| And content defeated | |
| The worshippers of lies | |
| Our muscle - the fist! | |
| Our spirit - intrepid! | |
| Our light - blood! | |
| Our duty - war! | |
| Three crushing two | |
| Muscle wrenching form | |
| Force fights inertia | |
| Deciding factor | |
| The power to bend | |
| The world isn't there | |
| It never was | |
| Harness the thought | |
| It has no choice | |
| It must bend | |
| This power | |
| This circuit | |
| This power | |
| This power is ours alone | |
| Our head - clear! | |
| Our hands - clean! | |
| Our eyes - open! | |
| Our fist - strong! | |
| The number of the few | |
| The stagnant multitudes | |
| The hour approaches | |
| And we exult in moment | |
| A pit of burning corpses | |
| And sing | |
| An ode to joy | |
| Avenge the murder of the spirit. | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Electricity | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Electricity | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Electricity | |
| Fá¼r Lieber tá¶t aus Leben | |
| Und nicht Leben. |
| We three | |
| When all these things are done | |
| And the stream of blood | |
| Has veiled the murky air | |
| With paws of crimson | |
| Which the sun sucks upwards | |
| Then we shall dance | |
| All thy blood | |
| Around thy tomb | |
| And over the piled corpses | |
| I will lift my limbs | |
| High with each step | |
| And all the folk who' ll see me there | |
| Yea, all who from afar only my shadow see will say | |
| For a great king | |
| All his flesh and blood | |
| Hold high festival and solemn revel. | |
| And blessed is he | |
| That hath children | |
| Who will dance around his holy tomb | |
| Such royal dances of victory. | |
| We are three muscle spirits | |
| In electricity | |
| Force and aim in energy | |
| While you are merely two | |
| A form, if that | |
| Motion a minimum | |
| And content defeated | |
| The worshippers of lies | |
| Our muscle the fist! | |
| Our spirit intrepid! | |
| Our light blood! | |
| Our duty war! | |
| Three crushing two | |
| Muscle wrenching form | |
| Force fights inertia | |
| Deciding factor | |
| The power to bend | |
| The world isn' t there | |
| It never was | |
| Harness the thought | |
| It has no choice | |
| It must bend | |
| This power | |
| This circuit | |
| This power | |
| This power is ours alone | |
| Our head clear! | |
| Our hands clean! | |
| Our eyes open! | |
| Our fist strong! | |
| The number of the few | |
| The stagnant multitudes | |
| The hour approaches | |
| And we exult in moment | |
| A pit of burning corpses | |
| And sing | |
| An ode to joy | |
| Avenge the murder of the spirit. | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Electricity | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Electricity | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Hail victory! | |
| Electricity | |
| Fá r Lieber tá t aus Leben | |
| Und nicht Leben. |