The moon of vengeance drank the blood of a thousand Christians
A steaming cup from their skulls
Even the rusty weapons did not cry
They finally got to enjoy their bloody deeds
Not even the best sword helps< br/>Without a man and a will behind them
A weak nation (that) trusts in God
Always remains defeated - to death
Sorrow rises to a new glorious glory
Even if not the lord's people this Let no one mourn
When Tanner drinks blood again to get drunk
Even the frosty winds of autumn make revenge drunk
To the ruins of the old church
Life will not return
Our Lord is coming
Reigning in eternity
Hell's glory with him

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