It's heard of the seven vagrants
That have found their happiness in Hell
Festooned in tatters and bells
As loud as the howls of dogs
Their laughter as storms and tempest
Revelling and carousing 'til comes the Grim Reaper
Adored and spat upon
They are known throughout the land
They are called by all In Extremo
Once the Idisi* sat
Sat here and there
Some bound fetters
Some hampered the army
Some untied fetters
Escape from the fetters
Flee from the enemy