To sit firm upon a rock,
Young are we, so hard a law,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:
Prisoner to no key,
Shun the tavern's portal
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
Bored, uninformed, knowing the ghostly silt
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
To sit firm upon a rock,
Young are we, so hard a law,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:
Prisoner to no key,
Shun the tavern's portal
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
Bored, uninformed, knowing the ghostly silt
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.