Awake, old Tirpz I Bid Hindenburg arise,
"Der Tag" has come, I long to hear the cries
Of Europe ! Well proceed to raise all Hell,
Let's use our day from dawn. Time flies! Time flies!
Dreaming, it seemed to me the World was mine,
Waking, I think that the idea is fine;
We'll wade right in to see what we can grab,
And glut ourselves with murder, rape and wine.
Come, fill the cup, and don a mask of pain
That we should have to cleanse the World again
Consider we our cause both pure and strong,
So first we'll try our hand in old Louvain.
Should any doubt my will, or us dispute,
Man, woman, child, don't hesitate to shoot;
We'll play the policeman,, and for Kultur's sake
My son, young Bill, will pick up all the loot.
How sweet is mortal sov'reignty—you see
How sov'rcignty has made a God of me,
As I a God of it—play we the role
Thus, each one part, and that alternately.
I sometimes think that never lived so great
A monarch as Myself—in fact of late
My greatness has appalled 'me and I bow,
I bow my humbled head upon the gate
There is no door, but that we have the key,
There is no depth debarred from you and me,
Success alone will justify our game,
So kill the land and terrorize the sea.
And if the man you burn, the child you kill,
Should even for one moment keep you still,
Think well 'tis for our sacred Kultur's sake,
And by a million murders steel your will.
Yet . should success to dust and ashes fade,
And Justice. rise from out the Hell we made,
We'll say that others lit the fire, and we
But fanned the flames, to mark the price they paid.
So Tirpz I with Hindenburg and me conspire,
With murder, rapine, frightfulness and fire,
Let's raise all Hell and, even should we fail,
At least we'll have " Der Tag" of our desire.
Source: The Wipers Times