Misfortune Herald
Since olden times I've been a bard
I praise no joy, I hail no love
My muse is grief, the endless one
She follows me from town to town
In every place while singing loud
I see the shadow in the crowd
A monk-like figure with blind eyes
Under the cloth twinkles the scythe
They label me \"misfortune herald\" - I bring the sorrow in my lute
I leave behind two weeping sisters - Disease and Death - never be mute
Pointing with finger to the prey
He is unseen for crowd he stays
Next day bells will bewailing corpse
He will be there without remorse
They label me \"misfortune herald\" - I bring the sorrow in my lute
I leave behind two weeping sisters - Disease and Death - never be mute
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