Lyrics for the war song “Flandern in Not”
for the film WITCHHAMMER

Ester Krumbachová

Like a black cloud
the Reaper rides from town to town (the Reaper goes from town to town)
the Reaper rides from town to town ( -"- )
The Reaper rides upon his hunchbacked horse
and on that horse do bones ring out its course
its mane its mane waves moldy as the rain (shaggy in the rain)
the bones, oh, the bones, oh,
he feeds us on the bones, oh
Like a black cloud
the Reaper rides from town to town
the Reaper rides from town to town
and blood and blood,
no coffins, only mud
the fields, oh, the fields, oh
with blood he feeds the fields, oh
No, we don’t care
he rides and all his teeth he bares
with teeth he rides upon his big black horse
and on that horse do bones ring out its course
his order his order, it brings in every soldier
his scythe of death swings growing ever colder
and the black guest
gnaws on the white bone to the last
gnaws on the white bone to the last
and the black guest gnaws on bones to the last
the bones, oh, the bones, oh, he feeds us on the bones, oh
No, we don’t care
he rides and all his teeth he bares
he rides and all his teeth he bares