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Totentanz - The Dance of Death

Death visits people, and lecture them as they join her dance. Pray for the ill, and for those without the Eucharist. Stay safe, remain faithful, and fear nothing but God. I dedicate this for those who perished during great pestilences, if you can, say a Hail Mary for them. And while we're at it, say a prayer for the sick right now, for the families of those reading this, for my brother in the faith Daniel, who is feeling unwell, and also for Brother Steven, my friend whose birthday is today. Saint Joseph, pray for us! Translation from Old German made available by my friend Paul in telegram. God bless you my man, couldn't have done it without you. Also thanks for Keks McGee, TacoPanda and Krištof for being readily available! I adapted the properly translated lyrics to match the video. You can see I did not deviate below. Lyrics (Old German): Ir mechtiger konig groiß und rich Ir must nu werden den armen glich Wan yr süllent noch bůde Sterben wie ander lüde Daz urteill got selber gegeben hait uber yeglichen mentschlichen staidt. Daz sie mußen in der erden Widderumb tzü eschen werden Her fürt dů stolizer dümherr Dü besitzest nü und nũmer mee Dyn pfrund rent güld uñ gút Dar vor hetrestu dich nvt behudt. Troist dich selbst wan du müst sterben Uñ magst nyt lenger tsijll erwerben Laiß dyn dedyng und kom herfort Dich hait keyn bede noch suße wort. Her wyrt her wirdt von bingen An dyßen reyen must du nu springé. Vil boßheit hast du begangé Myt falscher spijse und myt wyn langen Du hast gehalten lüde allerley Dye mit flüchen und schweren hatten eyn groiß geschrey. Des bist dü eyn ursach gewesen Bit goit das dyn sele moge genesen. Du bruder salt nů myt myr gain Uñ salt doch goit ym hertzen hain. Du hast ane sunde gefurt dyn leben Zů gottes dienst dich gantz ergeben Und hast gesuchet nyt mere Dan dyn heyle und goittes ere Du hast uber geben willen uñ eygenmudt Umb gottes willen das ist dyr guit Hantverckesman und auch dů leye Kumme nü auch an mynen reyen. Du pflechst abents lang tzü wachen Kleyder belz und schůwe tzü machen Gelden verkauffen lenen borgen Wenig vor die sele tzu sorgen Bys du kommest in lybes noit Und dich holt der bitrer doit O groißer meister von pariß Werent ir nu gewest so wüse Uñ hettent studeret off den doit Sicherlich das were uch noit. Ir mußene nu glych dem leyen Spryngen myt myr an dyßen reyen Uñ dar zu uweren geyst off geben Wy woil yr meynet noch langer zů leben. Nu kümmet her fürt von allem staidt We sych hye vor dißer dantze nyt en hait U wer iste vijll ich bin alleyn Doch ůberwinden ich uch alle gemeyn Uwer tzijt ist kommen yr müßet sterbé Langer tzijt mogent ir nyt erwerbé Synt yr gottes frunde das ist uch güt Ist des nyt so fart yr in der hellen gluit. Lyrics (English): (the King) You mighty king, great and rich, you must now You should be like the poor die like the other people God himself will make his judgement On every estate That they will go into soil To become ashes again (the Canon) Come here, you proud canon You don't own anything anymore Your prebends, interest, gold and goods You haven't protect yourself against this Comfort yourself in your moment of death and may not gain longer respite Leave your negotiations and step forward No prayers will help you, nor sweet words (the Innkeeper) Mr. Innkeeper, Mr. Inkeeper of Bingen. you must join my circle dance. You have done much out of malice. With false food and diluted wine you have housed various people who loudly cursed and swore. You are accountable for this Pray to God that he may save your soul (the Hermit) You brother shall now go with me and shall yet have God in your heart. You have lead your life free from sin and yielded yourself entirely to God's service and you have sought nothing more than salvation and God's honour you have renounced your own will and mind for God's will and that was good (for you). (the Craftsman) Craftsman, you layman, you shall now come and join the circle dance You used to stay up late to craft clothes, fur and shoes pay, sell, lend and borrow, You take little care of your own soul until you come in mortal danger and the bitter Death fetches you (the Doctor) O big master from Paris Had you been so wise and had also studied Death this surely would have been what you need. You must now, just like the layman, join me in my cirle dance and surrender your spirit, even if you expect to live longer. (the Death to all estates) Now come forward, from every estate who has abstained from this dance. You are many, I am alone; But still, I have to overcome you altogether Your time has come, you must die You can't gain more time Are you friends of God; that's good for you If not, then you will descent into Hell's Embers