Raise your glass up to the night

And drink ye of your fill

Come and taste the dark delight

And drink of Heaven's milk

It's the only one, the holy one

Manna from the stars above

The liquid flame of fire and shame

Jägermeister, its sacred name

In the heat of a summer night

Or when the cold wind blows

When your heart yearns to be free

There's comfort in the liquid gold

And in your hand

The Promised Land

The universe at your command

To ecstasy from despair

Jägermeister will take me there, Oh yeah

When the dread cold had of Death

Is heavy on your heart

When all hope and love is lost and your world torn apart

Jägermeister, Jägermeister

The sweetest blood from the veins of Pan

Bacchus, Dionysus, take me up to the lips of Isis