Lost Warriors

In the woods' quiet battles, heroes now at rest, Jagdterriers, valiant and unwavering, their courage put to the test. Against boar, fox, and the deer's majestic pride, They heeded the call, loyalty that never did subside.

Through thickets and shadows where the badger lies asleep, Jagdterriers, guardians of night, their watch they'd keep. With keen noses and eyes clear , They pursued the game, a skilled artist's career.

The wild boar roared, a tumult in the forest's heart, Jagdterriers stood firm, like stones in dewy ground, their part. The fox's cunning, a dance of wit and might, Jagdterriers followed, part of nature's script.

Deer's proud gaze met Jagdterrier's eyes, A duel of strength in the silent forest ties. Across fields and slopes, in the hare's swift leap, Jagdterriers pursued, in the hunt's melody, so deep.

The graceful dance of the roe deer, a symphony in woods and meadows, Jagdterrier, a partner, in a resonant warrior's echo. Fallen warriors, Jagdterriers, lost on our quest, Their courage, their might, in our hearts, forever to rest.

Now they rest under the silent, starry sky, Our hunting heroes, with memories that will never die. Living in tales of the woods, Fallen warriors, Jagdterriers, in our hearts, where love eludes.