Funeral Service in Winterthur Zurich – Oh death, you old captain, it’s time to weigh anchor. The lands here bore us, O Death!
Prayer and Meditation
But that is the beauty of old age, that the strings are tuned more cleanly. That it takes away the shrill tones of lust, and the thorns of pain from pain. One can judge and understand one's own guilt with that of others. And no matter how things go around, you learn to be patient. Peace comes from fulfilled striving, the pain of the missed disappears. And so the rest of life will be a gentle reminiscence.
Oh death, you old captain, it's time to weigh anchor. The lands here bore us, O Death! We want to go to sea! When sky and sea gradually thicken to inky black. Are our hearts, you know them, full of rays, without pain! Pour in, encourage us to drink your poison to the fullest! We would like our brains to be on fire. It doesn't matter whether it's heaven or hell. Sink into the abyss, find the new in the depths of the great unknown!
Funeral Orator - Winterthur - Zurich
The ground should be heavy and rich in snails, where I desire to dig my grave. That my aging bone stretches there to sleep. And in oblivion rests like a shark in the sea. I hate wills, grave and stone, and I don't beg a tear from the world. No, I'd rather invite the flock of ravens to eat my rotting carcass bit by bit. O worms! Black escort without an eye, without an ear!
A departed one comes, joyfully choosing death. You sons of decay, who live for pleasure, crawl through my ruins with unrepentant courage. And tell me: can there still be torture for the lifeless body that lies dead with the dead?