As dawn is weaving between fallen autumn leaves
The poor ones gather under naked trees
Asking how to survive, 'cause the winter breaks
And medieval coldness now from a deep sleep awakes
Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda
[Free me oh Lord from the death, in the terrible day of it]
It's December, 14th 1503, as the ones above stop their mourning
As the one arrived - selected to foresee - something changed without a warning!
(Libera me domine de morte, aetema in die illa tremenda)
[Free me oh Lord from the death, in the terrible day of it]
Es war geboren in des Christengottes Zeit
[It was born in the time of Christ the God]
Ein Bub - so die Legende - mit des Sch
