Back in then as much as today the bards are disputing
like Neidhart and Walter did 800 years ago
larks are lilting, cocks are courting
like pigs wallowing happily
The first means to be the winner of the fight
he`s beweeped from the other for beeing the looser
and as you think you see the winner
you see him billowed underneath
Only cause we stick together all the time
this seed have been thriving in this fight
soon, there will be the first crinkles at the ass
an In Extermo will never bend his knees
On some places there are dens of thives
where gangs are clattering with their weapons
steared up blood, the cocks are bawling
a tooth for a tooth but they are srewing it up
This song lumbers through the swarm of enviousness
Take it from me our let it be
I steal you a ladder high into the sky
and kiss the lunar rock for you
The place is few on those rungs
Only one can escape into the sky
damn it, we enjoyed the happiness
an In Extremo will never bend his knees
The world is endless as you can see
it doesn`t only hold this single treasure
Everyone is singing his own song
There was enough place for all of them atbards the Wartburg
The winner is ony noble if he`s modestly
and if he is he will be shined by the sun
never mind, that`s the rule
an In Extremo will never bend his knees