Overheard - Welten Brand
A farmer late at night left the tavern to go home
Then he saw the people of the night
And heard them praying out loud curiously
From behind a corner in order to see the ritual
Soon the procession moved ahead and as
They passed where he was before
But because he knew that it's not good
To come upon the group of ghosts
He fled behind a house and stretched his head
Curiously from behind a corner in order to see the ritual
Soon the procession moved ahead and as
They passed where he was before
They prayed only quietly and
Disappeared behind the next road curve
Only when in bed he recalled
Who had walked last in the line
The old woman who lived in the house
In front of which he had seen the worshippers
When the farmer awoke in the morning
His head was so swollen
When he was asleep in the rush hour
His head was so swollen
They prayed only quietly and
Disappeared behind the next road curve
Only when in bed he recalled
Who had walked last in the line
In the morning his head was so swollen
That he could not show himself among the people
In the morning his head was so swollen
They are prayed in quietly and
Disappeared behind the next road