Horseman's Song
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The night of fear is over now.

We are silently riding,

riding towards destruction!

How harshly the early morning wind blows!

Waitress! One more glass, quick – before I die!

You young grass – why are you standing so green?

Soon you'll blossom like roses,

coloured by my blood!

Hand to the sword: The first toast we drink

is to the Vaterland – to its death.

And quickly the second gulp!

This toast with dry wine shall be

to freedom!

And what about the rest?

It's to you, oh Roman Empire, to your death!

To my darling ... But the glass is empty.

Bullets whistling, spears flashing ...

Bring the fragments to my child.

Up! Into the battle like a thunderstorm!

Oh horseman's delight to die in the early hours of the day.