In Extremo
Wake up the dead!
In front of full bowls
In front of full bowls I have to die of hunger

I'll freeze to death in the hot oven'
Wherever I reach, nothing falls like
Shards
It's already up to my teeth
The last of my skull is
United into a shiny silver moon
/>I barely have a fig leaf
to put on
I'm worshiped and spit on everywhere
I'm up to my neck in misfortune
And I sleep under the
elder bush
No star ever shone down on him
I was adored and spit on everywhere

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