Baden – Aargau – Funeral Service – It is a reaper, which means death, has power from the highest god!

Prayer and Meditation

It is a reaper, which means death, has power from the highest god. Today he sharpens the knife, it cuts much better. He'll cut into it soon, we just have to suffer. Take care, pretty little flowers! What is still green and fresh today will be mowed away tomorrow. The noble daffodils, the ornaments of the meadows, the beautiful hyacinths, the Turkish bandages.

Take care, pretty little flowers! Hundreds of thousands uncounted, whatever falls under the sickle, you roses, you lilies, he will wipe you out. Even the imperial crowns, he will not spare. Take care, pretty little flowers! The sky-colored speedwell, the yellow and white tulips, the silver bells, the golden flakes, bring everything down to earth. What will become of it? Take care, pretty little flowers!

You pretty lavender, rosemary, you multicolored little roses. You proud irises, you curly basils, you delicate violas, you will soon be taken away. Take care, pretty little flowers! Despite! Death, come here, I'm not afraid of you. Despite, rush therefore in a cut. If I get hurt, I'll be transported to the heavenly garden that we're all waiting for. Rejoice, you beautiful little flower.

Funeral Orator - Baden - Aargau

That's how we die, that's how we die, we die every day, because it's so easy to die. Still asleep and dreaming in the morning, already gone by noon. In the evening already at the bottom of the grave. Battle is our house of joy. our sun is of blood. Death is our sign and watchword. We leave child and wife. What are they to us? If you can only rely on us.

That's how we kill, that's how we kill. Every day we murder our comrades in the dance of death. Brother stretch yourself before me, brother, your chest! You must fall and die. We don't grumble, we don't growl, we keep silent every day until the hip bone turns from the joint. Our bed is hard, our bread is dry. Bloody and soiled the good Lord.