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Heinrich Heine - The Hostile Brothers
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Yonder, on the mountain summit,
Lies the castle wrapped in night;
In the valley gleam the sparkles
Struck from clashing swords in fight.

Brothers they who thus in fury 
Fierce encounter hand to hand ; 
Say, what cause could make a brother 
`Gainst a brother turn his brand ? 

Countess Laura`s beaming glances
Did the fatal feud inflame, 
Kindling both with equal passion
For the fair and noble dame.

Which hath gained the fair one`s favor ?
Which shall win her for his bride ? — 
Vain to scan her heart`s inclining;
Draw the sword, let that decide.

Wild and desperate grows the combat, 
Clashing strokes like thunder fly ; 
All ! beware, ye savage warriors! 
Evil powers by night are nigh.
 
Woe for von, ye bloody brothers !
Woe for thee, thou bloody vale ! 
By each other`s swords expiring,
Sink the brothers, stark and pale.

Many a century has departed, 
Many a race has found a tomb, 
Yet from yonder rocky summits
Frown those moss-grown towers of gloom ;

And within the dreary valley
Fearful sights are seen by night ;
There, us midnight strikes, the brothers 
Still renew their ghastly fight.
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