#franzschmidtt
Come hear, come pride
Come near, go hide
The drums that beat
The thud of the street
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 Schmidtt
Franz Schmidtt
Franz
Schmidtt
Franz
Schmidtt
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 6:48 AM UTC