German Peasants' Revolt 1525 - The bells stormed from the Bernwardstower (English translation)

Описание: Luther's argument in his work On the Freedom of a Christian Man (1520), that a Christian man [...] is a lord over all things and subject to no one, as well as his translation of the New Testament into German in 1522 were further decisive triggers for the rebellion of the village population : Now it was also possible for ordinary people to question the claims of the nobility and clergy, which were justified by the “will of God”. They found no biblical justification for their own pitiful situation of “farms fragmented by inheritance”, and thus many farmers suspected that the landlords' restriction of the old law contradicted the actual divine law.

Translation:

The bells rang out from the Bernward Tower
The rain rushed through the streets
And through the bells and through the storm
The sound of the ancient horn rang out
And through the bells and through the storm
The sound of the ancient horn rang out

The buffalo horn that had rested for so long
Veit Stossperg took it out of the chest
The old horn that roars for blood
And whimpers: "God have mercy!"
The old horn that roars for blood
And whimpers: "God have mercy!"

Yes, God have mercy on you, knights! The farmer stood up in the country
And thousand-year-old peasant strength
Puts shield and sash to shame
And thousand-year-old peasant strength
Puts shield and sash to shame

The Klingsburg was high on the mountain
They went up in arms
The blacksmith rammed open with one blow
The gate that he had joyfully created
The blacksmith rammed open with one blow
The gate that he had joyfully created

The knight was hit in the face
And a spade between his ribs
He didn't take the sword out of his scabbard
And did not utter the curse from his lips
He took the sword out of the scabbard
And not the curse from the lips

The flames roared up with all their might
Broken beams and bows and bonds
Yes, God have mercy on you, knights!
The farmer rose up in the land
Yes, God have mercy on you, knights!
The farmer rose up in the land