The air is thick with moisture on these greener pastures We’ve marched for weeks and now our food’s almost depleted Raining, cleansing waters fall on me
Hail! Hail our pageantry, welcome us as friends Please support the march by feeding our men Bring your Baron here to stand before the Count Let the people gather all around
He told the Priest where all the Jews did live and frequent And then we sought them out to take from them our payment Raining, screaming, gnashing jaws of anguish
Tears! Screaming children weep, sitting in the mud Watch their parents mocked and beaten Help! Crying out for help, yet I still partake Ignoring the pleas from the ancient pariah
Raining gold on muddy cobblestone Raining gold I feel ashamed - this ransom burns
Raining gold coins, trying to buy themselves some time
Girls on the second floor throwing down their gold Trying to distract our comrades Priest of the Hermit’s men now is telling them That they may as well convert or dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
