Bifröst der hofnarr

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In an old kingdom,
A king reigns as pale as white.
Knowing that his end is near,
He invited everyone to his bed!
Everyone stood there gathered together,
/>Wife and also his young son.
They all stood in a circle,
and stared at the old old man.
The entire court stood by the bed,
many closed in front of it Bet.
Who would become his heir,
Who would have to bear his burden.
King's son - much too young,
Uncle - much too stupid.
So did the king announced with his last strength,
the long-awaited message of inheritance:
My kingdom shall rule over my kingdom
From now on, my wife.
Until my own blood reaches maturity
has to rule alone.
The words leave his mouth,
The light goes out at the bottom of his eyes.
They begin to cover him,
strangely dark spots disappear.
Suddenly it was dead quiet,
when a golden cup fell with a clatter.
The king's wife screams loudly:
Arsenic as a poison - what cruelty!
The The court is just moaning in chorus,
when the court jester steps out.
He grins and laughs shrilly,
suddenly it is quiet again.
The fool's mask falls llt,
The wind is blowing through the window,
The king's bastard king is laughing.
Conceived in a dark night,
The king once accomplished it.< br/>Enjoys a prostitute,
on his deathbed he regrets it.
So the former fool now stands there,
his goal in life, it now comes true.
By murdering his faithless master,
the bastard reaches for the star.
As now the eldest of his blood,
all the inheritance falls to him.
The first act in the new office is that mother and her son are banished to the deepest hole.

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