| Brother, when our painful years
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| Has rumbled away in the distance
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| And our last goblet has calmed us all to death
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| We saw Satan behind a crack in the clouds
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| With a heart full of songs, with a heart full of songs for lust and whore
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| Our trembling souls will be judge by our lord
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| Then our thirsty flesh is eaten by worms
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| Do we remember the anguish in happiness?
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| Do we remember fear of living?
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| Hidden behind the shadows of fear
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| We laughed at the stupid ones
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| And again we raised a filled goblet
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| Though even in the kingdom of death
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| Fields are filled with carnation
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| And with happiness we danced
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| With every harlot at the jesters ball
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| Our trembling souls will be judge by our lord
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| Then our thirsty flesh is eaten by worms
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| Do we remember the anguish in happiness?
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| Do we remember fear of living?
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| Harps with ornaments, jewels and gold
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| We will be forgiven our sins |