Now say, my friend, is it not time
for payoff and punishment.
Tomorrow, maybe, the wolf will kill
the shepherd and the sheep.
Now say, my friend, shall the plow
become a broad sword,
the scythe bends into a spear,
the wolf threatens the herds.
Now say, my friend, how shall I clasp
battle axe and morning star.
The herd is trembling in fear already,
the shepherd has abandoned us.
Now say, my friend, is it not time
that we slay the wolf,
if the plow doesn't become a sword now,
he will be the one chasing us.
Brother, you have fallen deep,
riot, riot.
Don't you grow claws already
riot.
My friend, victory soon will be ours,
we will bear crowns.
The wolf lays dead in his blood,
and sword and shield get dusty.
My friend, my friend, be alert,
and watch over the sheep.
Polish your sword free from rust,
be alert in your sleep.
Brother, you have fallen deep,
riot, riot.
Don't you grow claws already
riot.
Brother, you have fallen deeply.
Brother, you are...
Riot.