All heaven's dressed in black
And the church is not of help hereYet
Comets, importing change of time and state
As the poet saysFiery demons in the sky
They are
Or angels
That's hard to judge
Like pilgrims in the skies
They roam and lurk
With sparkling, wrathful eyesNot long
They will descend
And along with them
The scourge of angry and bad revolting stars
These signs are evilNot conquest
But famine
Then war
And finally deathAstrology
The highest science of them all
It is a mirror
Of what's to come
But since the planets cannot command
Will they inspire me at least?Your constellation's promising
Although
We all will mourn in blood
Compositor(es): André Olbrich Hansi Kürsch.
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