Once upon a time there was a king rich in land and things
He sat on his throne dark and pale
What he thinks is horror, what he sees is anger
What he says is scourge, what he writes is blood
Once a singer duo moved to this castle
One with black curls, the other with grey hair
The grey-haired one said to the boy: "Be prepared my son,
Play the best songs, hit the most harmonious note!"
It rains, it rains blood
It ranis the minstrel`s curse
Both singers played in the high room with huge columns
The royal couple sat on the throne
The king as regal as bloody north light
The queen as sweet as sunshine
They sing of springtide, love, healing
They flow into melancholy, lust was also there
You have blinded my nation, are you demanding my wife?
The king shouts furiously, his whole body trembling
It rains, it rains blood …
Glinting, the king`s sword pierced the chest of the youth
Instead of the golden songs only a stream of blood flows
The youth crumbles in his master`s arms
The old man shouts spine-chillingly, the marble room explodes
You cursed murderer, you curse of the minstrel`s deed
Your rings are all for nothing, your deeds are covered with blood
The king`s name does not sound in any song, no book of heroes
Sunk and forgotten - that is the curse of the minstrel
It rains, it rains blood …
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