15 Jahre

Where has the time gone? It feels like just yesterday, we wrote the first song. The years have passed like thunder, and apparently it continues until a stroke.

And so I drink to 15 years, right-wing rock music - from cradle to grave. Every year anew, and with our heads against the wall, we are the house band of evil from the far right. And so I drink to 15 years, right-wing rock music - from cradle to grave. Every year anew, and with our heads against the wall, we are the house band of evil from the far right.

15 years have passed, the color of my tattoos too, and from reckless drinking, there was a solid belly. But quitting was never an option, and it's the same for me, because despite everything, I still love: skinhead rock and beer.

And so I drink to 15 years, right-wing rock music - from cradle to grave. Every year anew, and with our heads against the wall, we are the house band of evil from the far right. And so I drink to 15 years, right-wing rock music - from cradle to grave. Every year anew, and with our heads against the wall, we are the house band of evil from the far right.

Played with hundreds and drank with thousands, concerts, parties, demos, meeting X and Y. Friends around the world, and we will never forget: all for the greater cause and hail victory!

And so we drink to 15 years, right-wing rock music - from cradle to grave. Every year anew, and with our heads against the wall, we are the house band of evil from the far right. And so we drink to 15 years, right-wing rock music - from cradle to grave. Every year anew, and with our heads against the wall, we are the house band of evil from the far right.