We ride together through the dark night, the swords, they thurst for blood. The enemy has made fun of me but soon enough his courage leaves him. My will will punish him with boundless pain and Grace Kelly is not known to us. Creek, we take honor, pride, and life then we take this land with Heavy Metal, Heavy Metal, Heavy Metal, Heavy Metal. Eye in eye, now the time has come the bloodlust leads the sword. They came to get their heads and nobody is left intact today. Skull after skull, speared on lances, so you have a better view. They are getting rich after the blood battle, their wives do not enjoy it. Heavy Metal, Heavy Metal, Heavy Metal, Heavy Metal warrior with flowing hair. Everyone enjoys the danger when the death proves on the battlefield. That he is a Man. Up to the Heavens. On to Victory Do you hear the Signals? Everyone is quite sure all or none.
We will defile them, day in and day out. The slaves of our lust so a brave young man comes out. They have been aware of this for a long time, they will lead him with an iron fist. Whip Ladyboys to Manman. Tears and sweat are a fertilizer of anger and soon, yes, he leads us to Heavy Metal, Heavy Metal, Heavy Fucking Metal, Heavy Fucking Metal. Warriors with flowing hair, everyone enjoy the danger when the death proves on the battlefield that he is a Man. Up to the Heavens. On to Victory. Do you hear the Signals? Everyone is quite sure all or none.

Et kütt vüür, dat ich mein, dat jet klirrt. Dat sich irjendjet en mich verirrt. E Jeräusch, nit ens laut, manchmol klirrt es vertraut, selden su, dat mer't direk durchschaut. Mer weed wach, rief die Aure un sieht en'nem Bild zweschen Breughel un Bosch kei Minsch, dä öm Sirene jet jitt weil Entwarnung nur half su vill koss, et'rüsch noh Kristallnaach. En der Ruhe vür'm Sturm, wat ess dat? Janz klammheimlich verlööß wer die Stadt. Honoratioren incognito hasten vorbei, offiziell sinn die nit jähn dobei. Wenn die Volkssseele, allzeit bereit Richtung Siedepunkt wütet un schreit „Heil, Halali“ un grenzenlos geil noh Vergeltung brüllt Zitternd vor Neid in der Kristallnaach. Doch die alles, wat anders ess, stührt die mem Strom schwemme, wie't sich jehührt, für die Schwule Verbrecher sinn, Ausländer Aussatz sinn bruchen wer, der se verführt. Un dann rettet kein Kavallerie, keine Zorro kömmert sich dodrömm. Dä piss höchstens e „Z“ en der Schnie un fällt lallend vüür Lässigkeit öm. „Na un? Kristallnaach“ Kristallnaach! En der Kirch met dä Franz Kafka-Uhr ohne Zeiger met Striche drop nur ließ ne Blinde 'nem Taube Strubbelpeter vüür hinger dreifach verriejelter Düür. Un dä Wächter 'mem Schlüsselbund hällt sich em Ähnz für jet wie e Jenie. Weil'er Auswege pulverisiert un verkäuf jäjen Klaustrophobie en der Kristallnaach. Währenddessen, am Maatplatz vielleich unmaskiert, hück mem wohre Jeseech sammelt Stein, schlief et Mezz op die, die schon verpezz, probt dä Lynch-Mob für't jüngste Jereech. Un zem Laade nur flüchtig vertäut die Galeeren stonn längs unger Dampf. Weet em Hafen op Sklaven jewaat op dä Schrott uss dämm ungleiche Kampf us der Kristallnaach. Do, wo Darwin für alles herhällt ob mer Minsche verdriev oder quält, do, wo hinger Macht Jeld ess, wo stark sinn die Welt ess, vun Kusche un Strammstonn entstellt, wo mer Hymnen om Kamm sujar blööß en barbarischer Gier noh Profit „Hosianna“ un „Kreuzigt ihn“ rööf wemmer irjend ne Vorteil drin sieht ess täglich Kristallnaach. Kristallnaach Kristallnaach.

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Total Recall Arnold Bohlen-Terminator Dieteer Schwarze ´n´ Äcker Übersetzung:

It's really cool, I think, it's clanging. That someone gets lost in me. It's loud, it's not loud, sometimes it clinks familiarly, but you can't see right through it. We're awake, the aura called and we see a picture between Breughel and Bosch no Minsch, the siren is now jitt because the all-clear only helped so much, it's still crystal clear. In the calm before the storm, what's that? Janz secretly left the city. Notables scurry past incognito, officially meaningless. When the people's soul, always ready to reach the boiling point, rages and screams »Heil, Halali« and screams endlessly horny and vengeful, trembling with envy in the Kristallnaach. But everything that is different stirs up the tide, as is usual, for the gays, criminals, foreigners, leprosy, whoever seduces them. And then no cavalry saves, no Zorro cares. At most, it pisses a “Z” on the nose and falls slurringly with nonchalance. “So what? Kristallnaach“ Kristallnaach! In the church with the Franz Kafka clock without hands with lines dropping only a blind man left a deaf person with a triple locked door. And the guard on my key ring looks like Jenie. Because he pulverizes ways out and sells the claustrophobia of the Kristallnaach. Meanwhile, at the Maatplatz, perhaps unmasked, Jeseech collects stone, sleeps on those who are already eating, rehearses the lynch mob for the youngest Jereech. The galleys were only fleetingly moored alongside the ship without steam. Weet em harbor op slaves jewaat op de scrap uss dam unequal fight us the Kristallnaach. There, where Darwin is responsible for everything, whether the Minsche is vexing or tormenting, there, where the power of Jeld is, where the world is strong, distorted by Kusche und Strammstonn, where the hymns of the comb are exposed to barbaric greed for no profit »Hosanna« and “Crucify him” rööf whoever sees an advantage in it, daily Kristallnaach Kristallnaach Kristallnaach.