Hing hang hung

You will kill what you love too much
You will kill what you love too much
Here is the noose to break your neck
This is the strangest of fortunes

See the thirteenth guest by the table
Marked by his heavy burden
He will be accursed for all future times
But it was his own wish

How cruel is this shining silver!
How cruel is this shining silver!
There in his room, as lonely as ever
He seems to be mocked by its glow

The garden dreams of its own splendour
All quiet and sweet is the night
Rich is the air with springtime’s perfume
No one has stayed up by his side

A welcome with swords and with lances!
A welcome with swords and with lances!
For often is cursed and called a crime
What unfortunately has to be done

The fruit of a broken dream
Is dangling in the tree
Eternal derision is his sole reward
Even the children are pointing and laughing

Hing hang hung