English Translation

-12- 127 is enough and leaves only one faith out of this war, the glauben to the immortal kingdom! The thoughts come and go. His fist clenches around the paper. He hears hoof sound and marching in the river valleys of these mountains in the north, sees regiments and flags roll like the waters of Bähmens to the north. The blood flows through him unaccustomedly easily.Always new bright images paint his brain.He tries to get up from his chair.The Glie who obeys him at once,he can walk, move the arms, put the steps.He can look out into this night and her chic sal,which lives on top of those mountains... He hears soldier steps on the road,female calls...call out of pain or joy...?"-Is that a crying out or a joyous cheer...? No, it must be joy!The regiment of the Obrist Michael Corpus marches in first...Yes, now there are steps in the hallway ... the door opens... A rider in the black harness with a burning red feather on his helmet is standing there... Wallenstein approaches him."Comes right, herald of the empire...I am yours..." A Hellèarde blazes, a voice roars:"This is the scum who wants to rip the crown off the emperor's head..Toasts..!* He feels iron, a sudden beginning pain... "Black horseman," shouts the Friedlander, "what do you murder the kingdom?" Narm rushes out of his chest, the blood, and now flows out of a source of life into another sea, the sea of death.... "Sorg für das ReichiBlack horsemen! Unknown rider to a thousand and a hundred thousand, who rides German horsemen and vibrates German hardmen....Sorg for the kingdom!*