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The Thousandth Regiment - 2. "Gunned-down fathers, bastards and grandsons, we"
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2. Zerschossener Väter Brut und Enkel, wir,
Mit Schlachtenliedern eingewiegt von Ammen,
Schaun auf die Toten, denen wir entstammen,
Befremdet, und verstehe nicht ihre Gier
Ins Nichts zu wehn mit flammendem Panier . . .
Da schweißt uns schon das harte Jahr zusammen,
Und unsre eisernen Kolonnen rammen
Sich in des Marsches Rhythmus, Tier an Tier.
Und die wir schon im Überschwang der Städte
Die neue Zeit, die Gott und Leben eint,
In königlichem Schwall anrauschen hörten,
Werden, verwölkt in Flüche und Gebete,
Zu einer Schar von taumelnden Betörten,
Die eine alte Glorie rot bescheint.
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2. Gunned-down fathers, bastards and grandsons, we,
With butcher songs measured out by wet-nurses,
Look back to the Dead from which we were sired,
Confused, and not understanding their greed
To shred us to nothing with flaming banners . . .
This grim year has already welded us,
And rammed our ironclad Columns into
A martial rhythm, per se brute to brute.
And in the exuberance of cities,
We've heard the new times knit God and our lives,
Held taut in the surge of a kingly roar,
To be damned by both the curses and prayers
From a mob of the tumbling deluded
Under the old ruddy glory, shimmering.
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