Lyrics Märk Hur Vår Skugga - Mediæval Bæbes

Behold our shadow, look, Movitz my brother
How it's encompassed by darkness
How gold and velvet, in the shovel, there
Shifts to gravel and tatters

Charon waves from his rushing river
As does then, three times, the grave digger
No-more will you clasp your beloved grape
Therefore, Movitz, come help me lever
A headstone for our sister!

So went to rest, from brawls and ball
Troublemaker Lofberg, your wife
There, to the grass, long necked and gaunt
Is yet where you turn your eye

She from Dantobommen parted today
And with her, all merry games
Who shall now command the bottle?
Thirsty was she and unthirsty am I;
We are thirsty, all of us.