No fear, no course Make ready your horse Wearing black and red Well drank, well fed
Drum - near Drum - fear His heels slam deep A soul will sleep
He’s - here He’s - near A whisper, don’t shout! Now pass it about
Drum Drum Drum Drum
Girls dance, we jeer Face dry, no tear Chains clang, wheels turn Your pitty, we’ll earn
Fire Straw Blood on the floor
One blow, one try Don’t miss! you’ll die!
Pray for me Pray for me Pray for me Please
Confess of my sin God's glory to win
Oh lord - oh god! The tongues! Hot rods!
Flesh burns and fries Man weeps, not cries
We wanted this Wanted this Wanted this gore
We can’t watch no more! feet stuck to the floor don’t turn away It’s theirs to pay
Breath - in grieve - sin
Hold fast, hold steady His sword is ready Take comfort, take pride Heavens gates open wide
time to die time to die
A cheer, a scream One faints, red dream He takes up the head Gods justice you said
Thank you Thank you Thank you Sir
This is gods way The devil will say Now turn away For your soul - we’ll pray
Franz ******* Franz ******* Franz *******
Franz
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Say this to a steady beat of a drum, and imagine being a person of the 1500's, swept up into an execution procession, witnessing the great and terrifying Franz ******* at work.