Wer recht in Freuden wandern will der geh der Sonn' entgegen; da ist der Wald so kirchenstill kein Lüftchen mag sich regen. :Noch sind nicht die
[Instrumental]
Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un, cop an eyeful of this muscular arm Being tough 'n' rough is my kind of fun but, of course I never do no harm Ain't
The way leading to him is unknown and steep And the bodies rests of those who didn't deserve him make it slippery But it is at the borders of my soul,
Translation: Avernus. Sickening Revels.
Translation: Traditional. Anyone who delights in walking right Will.
