Vår Gud är oss en väldig borg! [Our God is to us a mighty fortress!]
My life is cheap and up for sale The priest has called his flock to come At the sermon in the church They will name my name: A dead man's name
Stay and starve Or serve, fight and fall Taxed in blood Blood: That is what we owe To God and our King Poor folk picked to fight a foe When that bell does ring
I will dodge the church draft Load a boat and hack a hole Drowning dive to flee this toll Doom another to pay this tithe
To War! They now call me To War! They won't spare me To War! They will slay me To War!
Holy crowns and richest gowns Icons upon God's stone wall Those saints are standing Oh, mighty tall
Fiery crowns, evil frowns All those churchly men Murder's Angels sent Down by jealous heaven
God is good and God is great Our King is just and in need Your debts to him are your lives Paid in blood, paid in deed Off to war, to south and east Show your mettle and your creed Drafted here for us all You, sinning men: Go bleed
Our God is our fortress And this God may murder UsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
