stahlnacht

steel in the air, the fire’s alive,
pulsing through circuits, we rise, we survive.
shadows in motion, we cut through the night,
born from the metal, we’re locked in the fight.

stahlnacht! the anthem, the power, the might,
we are the pulse of the eternal night.

cold burns the fire, the scream of the sound,
wires and venom, we bring it all down.
a storm in the silence, a force in the dark,
when our anthem is calling, we leave our mark.

stahlnacht! the fever, the thunder, the beat,
deep in the darkness, we rise from the street.

echoes of fury, the sound is our breath,
we’ll conquer the silence, we’ll dance with death.
no way to escape, no way to retreat,
under the banner of steel, we cut through deceit.

we are the storm, we are the revolt,
chasing the future, no room for the old.
rise up from the silence, steel in our soul,
in the fire of the night, we take control.

stahlnacht! forever, we carry the flame,
we blaze through cold and the night knows our name.

werft, meine freunde, brand in die nacht,
heut schlagen wir eine große schlacht.
sie ist gekommen, unsere zeit,
wir elektroheads: immer bereit!

komplett entfesselt, tanzend im spiel,
entschlossen munter geh‘n wir zum ziel.
vorbild im wirken, singend im streit,
wir elektroheads: immer bereit!

eins für den beat,
zwei für den klang!
drei für die wut,
die in uns brennt so lang!
vier für den stolz,
der ewig uns bleibt,
wir elektroheads:
immer bereit!

stürmisch der schritt, entschlossen der blick,
wir zieh’n stets vorwärts und nie zurück.
sie ist gekommen, unsere zeit,
wir elektroheads: immer bereit!

stimmet mit ein, in uns’re lieder,
elektroheads, schwestern und brueder.
kaempfet mit uns, sei der weg auch weit,
wir elektroheads: immer bereit!

flattert im Wind, purpurne fahnen!
kinder der nacht, helft uns bahnen.
wege zu neuer, lichtvoller zeit,
wir elektroheads: immer bereit!

boots on concrete, streets still breathe,
clock strikes midnight, we don’t sleep.
lines form quietly, dressed in black,
we shed the day, no way back.
neon flickers, calls our name,
every night, the shift’s the same.

steel doors open, minds erase,
heartbeat syncs with pounding bass.
liquid courage, fire starts,
this machine consumes our hearts.
bodies moving, skin to skin,
unleash the self you caged within.

stomp the ground, the nightshift calls!
through friedrichshain and kreuzberg’s halls!
dark electro leads the way,
we celebrate where shadows stay!
stomp the ground, the nightshift calls!
through friedrichshain and kreuzberg’s halls!
side by side, we claim the night,
in rhythm we are unified!

smoke and sweat, electric soul.
dance on edges of control.
flesh and signal intertwine,
lose your fear inside the line.
every stranger knows the role,
shared infection makes us whole.

but shuttered doors won’t seal our fate,
we gather now before too late.
they kill the floors that gave us voice,
we answer back, we make the choice.
no club, no hall will disappear,
we guard their flame, we keep them here.

stomp the ground, the nightshift calls!
through friedrichshain and kreuzberg’s halls!
dark electro in our veins,
dancing through the steel and rain!
stomp the ground, the nightshift calls!
through friedrichshain and kreuzberg’s halls!
stand as one, reclaim the night!
we‘ll defend this sacred rite!

the circuit's made, the coils ignite,
eight wraps of copper court the light.
the magnet pulls, armature falls,
on-off, on-off: the first mark calls.

mark me deep, make it stay,
write what words alone can't say.
black on black, line by line,
needle's seed engraved in time.
volt by volt, let it bite,
this is where my name ignites.

some lines came hard, a liner's creed,
short spring, high voltage, cutting speed.
some came slower, a shader's hand,
a longer throw, to understand.

the sweet spot sits below the skin,
two millimetres deep within.
and year by year, the map grows wide,
each session keeps what I survived.

hundred-fifty times a second,
make and break, the current beckoned.
a capacitor steals the spike,
so even pain can feel alright.
but some marks i can't overcome,
it doesn't fit who I've become.

the black ink saturates the skin,
erase the chapter, let it in.
no hiding now, no story spun,
just solid black, till it's all one.

black it out, let it stay,
bury what i can't unsay.
black on black, skin made whole,
ink’s erasing what was told.
gun to skin, ink runs in,
i'm rewriting where I've been.

instrumental

ich schnuer die stiefel fest
die hose steckt schon drin
ich bin ein rhythmustier
kommt, tanzt mit mir!

ich schieb die aermel hoch
von meinem schwarzen hemd
dies ist mein klangrevier
kommt, tanzt mit mir!

erst wenn der strobo blitzt
die schwarze masse schwitzt
wenn meine hymne klingt
der funke ueberspringt
dann bricht die dunkelheit,
denn dann bin ich befreit!

ich hab mich frisch rasiert
das haar sitzt auch perfekt
ihr steht fuer mich spalier
jetzt tanzt mit mir!

erst wenn der woofer droehnt
und es auch mich durchstroemt
erst wenn die luft verbrennt
der dj feuer faengt
dann bricht die dunkelheit,
denn dann bin ich befreit!

kommt, tanzt mit mir!
jetzt tanzen wir!

undress her sleeve, the paper sighs,
a twelve-inch pulse beneath my eyes.
her skin of black, her body spun,
a circle cut for worship‘s run.

at forty-five or thirty-three,
she‘s my analogue ecstasy.

she turns for me, in perfect speed,
a siren’s hymn that tempts, enslaves.
no file, no cloud, no stream I need,
just pulse and faith and sonic waves.
I live for her, I serve her style,
devoted, proud – I'm an audiophile.

her vinyl heart and static skin,
she breathes a hiss before she sings.
I trace her ribs, the spiral deep,
where ghosts of sound and silence sleep.

from crate to shelf, I chase her name,
each copy scarred, yet none the same.
one spin, one touch, I’m hers again,
my fragile saint in joy and pain.

she turns for me, my constant need,
the needle wakes her energy.
no code, no byte could ever be,
her breath, her hum, her symmetry.
I live for her, I serve her style,
I love her loud – I'm an audiophile.

static dispatch, coded flare
name engraved in midnight air
woke to basslines, dressed in black
carry the weight, never look back
smoke in alleys, steel in veins
beat-fed nerves, electric chains
from bunker birth to brutal rite
i live to keep the rhythm right

i walk the floors the suits don’t know
behind the decks, beneath the glow
rituals of strobe and sweat
i guard the code they might forget
no chart can price this sacred noise
no brand can buy what we deploy
i speak in kicks, defend the pact
with every drop, I counteract

i’m the signal, I am the wave
call me protector, god of the rave
i bleed the beat, won’t fade away
i am your electro attaché

i strike from the dark, cut through the haze
i speak for the silent, move with the bass
this is my duty, this is my way
i am your electro attaché

sirens rising through the crowd
pulse becomes a war-cry loud
no surrender, no delay
we charge the night the rhythm way
they tried to mute what we became
each surge repeats the burning name
from cables coiled to vinyl wear
i bring the spark, I’m always there

i don’t transmit, i detonate
i'm your attaché, i dominate

we lace our boots and stand unbowed,
we kiss the saints we're not allowed.
we tear the script they wrote for us,
and dance until it's disavowed.

we feel it rising in our chests,
a hush before the room ignites.
count down the seconds to the spark,
then let it catch and burn tonight.

wear it proud! rebel!
hold the line! rebel!
break the frame! rebel!
own the dark! rebel!
wear it proud! rebel!
hold the line! rebel!
break the frame! rebel!
raise your fist! rebel!

our skin remembers their decree,
and offers it as blasphemy.
we trade the pulpit for the floor,
and lose ourselves in ecstasy.

we feel it rising in our chests,
a hush before the room ignites.
count down the seconds to the spark,
and feed the flame in open sight.

they skip the facts and skim the wire,
they print a headline, make it stick.
they choose the angle, twist the truth,
and hang a story on the click.

the day will come they eat their words,
and choke on every claim they made.
we'll still be dancing, when they're done,
still standing tall, and unafraid.