Vår Gud är oss en väldig borg
Vår Gud är oss en väldig borg
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My life is cheap and up for sale
The priest has called his flock to come
At the sermon in the church
They will name my name:
A dead man's name
Stay and starve
Or serve, fight and fall
Taxed in blood
Blood - that is what we owe
To god and our king
Poor folk picked to fight a foe
When that bell does ring
I will dodge the church draft
Load a boat and hack a hole
Drowning dive to flee this toll
Doom another to pay this tithe
To war
They now call me
To war
They won't spare me
To war
They will slay me
To war
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Holy crowns and richest gowns
Icons upon god's stone wall
Those saints are standing
Oh, mighty tall
Fiery crowns, evil frowns
All those churchly men
Murder's angels sent
Down by jealous heaven
God is good and god is great
Our king is just and in need
Your debts to him are your lives
Paid in blood, paid in deed
Off to war, to south and east
Show your mettle and your creed
Drafted here for us all
You, sinning men
Go bleed
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Our god is our fortress
And this god may murder us