Der Große Tod
Absurd
The Great Death
A breath of plague blows over the fallow land, sweet like rotten flesh
The sick touched by the reaper's hand walk the path to the realm of the dead
Great lamentation at every place
Where the black death arrives, no prayer sends him away
He occupies the home, the hearth
Come give your hand, Grim Reaper, let us dance the dance of death
Come play your fiddle, Grim Reaper, play us the song of the great death!
Rich harvest the reaper makes, his scythe strikes them down
He does not stop by day or night until no one stirs their limbs anymore
Now desolate are land and city, pale bones adorn the graveyard
The carrion eater, he feasts until he soon begets new plagues
Now desolate are land and city, pale bones adorn the graveyard
The carrion eater, he feasts until he soon begets new plagues
Come give your hand, Grim Reaper, let us dance the dance of death
Come play your fiddle, Grim Reaper, play us the song of the great death!
