black milk of dawn we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a Master from Germany
we drink you in the evening as in the morning we drink and drink
death is a Master from Germany his eye is blue
he catches you with lead he catches you with precise aim
in the house lives a man your golden hair Margarete
he sets the mastiffs on us he grants us a grave in the air
he plays with serpents and dreams death is a Master from Germany

your golden hair Margarete
your hair of ash Sulamith