THE PROPHET AND THE DEFEAT

Go militians with sickles and spades
Father Muntzer watches you from the
cold and black land.
Blow on the dust and open your hearts
Let's make war
against who doesn't know love

In Frankenhausen the dead will dance
The alive will drown in their own blood
But the prophet didn't know that the
Blade of the soldiers cut more than
Those of the Lord...

You fool drink to the prophet and the defeat
Fill your cups and your hearts of rebellious fire
Undertakers and priests do what you want
With the prophet's body but let's
The poets sing lines full of fool proclaims

The iron was breaking like glass of bottles
rats was creeping
In the mud near the bushes
The slaughter of the elected as a macabre dance
Father Muntzer-
Why happened this ?

In Frankenhausen you'll dig many holes
to receive the God's soldiers !

But the prophet didn't know...