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Rh Almighty God ! The grave gives up her dead. Thou canst not be — Nordmann of Nordmannstein, the Knight of Treffurt He was beheaded years agone.

His death Had been decreed, but in his stead a squire Clad in his garb and masked, paid bloody forfeit A loyal wretch on whom the Prince wreaked vengeance, Bather than publish the true bird had flown.

Does Frederick know thou art in Eisenach ?

Who would divine the Knight of Nordmannstein In the Flagellants' weeds ? From land to land, From town to town, we cry, "Death to the Jews ! Hep I hep ! Hierosolyma est perdita ! "