Grasping Salvation from Archaic Bloodshed by Embodied Torment

In the height of May was besieged
The Emperor’s ancient pride
Ramparts captured in the Neustadt
No crossbar shot
Nor barricade
Would save the defenders
There was blood to spill

Imperial soldiers plundered every home
When there was nothing left to give, true misery began
Twenty thousand innocents wretchedly executed in manifold ways


No words can describe, nor tears bemoan
What befell this majestic city
Turned to embers in a single day
Those who survived were defiled and disgraced
Corpses swelled the banks of the Elbe
Their arms outstretched towards salvation
A salvation that would never come

Thirty seasons of woe
No tilling of land
No rearing of cattle
No life but the war

Dying wretches
Mouths stuffed with grass
Villages aflame
Children frozen in the bitter cold

From Rhine to Danube
Elbe and Weser
The land a mass grave

Famine rode ever forth
Gallow corpses
Were stripped of flesh

Still more horrible
Were the torments
Of they who lived on

Roaming bands of deserters and ghouls
Set thumbs to screws
Tied ropes around the neck
Forcing blood from the eyes
Serving a slurry of filth to make them vomit forth all of their worldly possessions
Others were burned alive
Priests disemboweled
Many hanged and cured in the smoke of burning homes
Until these raiders too were slain for plunder
As one wolf devours another

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