All'inizio E La Morte

Haggard


Tremens factus sum ego
Et timeo
Dum discussio
Venerit at que ventura ira
Et timeo
Dum discussio
Venerit at que ven que ventura ira

Herbei, ihr Leut', das Fest beginnt
Nehmt Platz auf besten Rängen
Seht, wie der flehend Mann dort kniet
Seht den Ketzer, ich sag, er soll brennen heut' Nacht
Soll ihn spür'n den Tod, er kommt langsam und lacht
Und als die Töchter des Teufels er nennt
Die Sense den Faden des Lebens zertrennt

Und als sein letzter Schrei erstirbt
Die Flammen ihn verschlingen
Und Kindesweinen bricht die Still
Seht zur Asche ward er, der die Lügen erzählt
Im Zeichen des Kreuzes
Hat er seinen Tod selbst gewählt
Doch unsere Seelen sind rein

Doch unsere Seelen sind rein

Schenkt aus den Wein!

Profundis clamavi
And as the dark procession then as been fulfilled
For their God, a sacrifice, his blood was spilled
So Death took him to mother's chest
Where he may rest

And the weather says, it's springtime
See the leafs of darkest green
And his screams hall in the nightly breeze
And the darkened sorrows feels

Dark are all the secret nights
Where mind and stars unite
Knowing forbidden wisdom
And all the things he sees
Collected in a chamber
Secrets of astronomy

The rage in their eyes
Torches in their hands
And the power of the cross
Bringing fear to all the lands
And darkness comes to us all!

Profundis clamavi!

And as the dark procession then as been fulfilled
For their God, a sacrifice, his blood was spilled
So Death took him to mother's chest
Where he may rest

Schenkt aus den Wein!

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