Oh mighty emperor, sword doesn't help you now Sceptre and crown have no value here
Oh holy man of God crowned with your mitre Your piousness has no meaning for me
The end is coming The scythe of Reaper strikes! The bells are tolling The fourth horseman rides! And the Hades follows with him...
Oh, Children of the wisdom of this world All who still draw breath Put two words in your hearts That were heard from Christ
The one is 'come here', the other 'go away' Right or left, heaven or hell Whether rich or poor, all are equal in Death He brings all into his Dance!
A poor beggar here in life Your things will succeed now
Hobble over here with your crutches Death will show you special mercy
The end is coming The scythe of Reaper strikes! The bells are tolling The fourth horseman rides! And the Hades follows with him...
"The winter wind blows and the night is dark Moans are heard in the linden-trees Through the gloom white skeletons pass Running and leaping in their shrouds"
Oh, Children of the wisdom of this world All who still draw breath Put two words in your hearts That were heard from Christ
The one is 'come here', the other 'go away' Right or left, heaven or hell Whether rich or poor, all are equal in Death He brings all into his Dance!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
