“Moin Moin!
Got an eccentric play show'in!
The King and The Beast throw'in!
The Jester now his jest Sow'in!
Moin Moin!
Got big beard grow'in!
Got the ball of men roll'in!
Atua or Loki; all to me now bow'in!
Moin Moin!
God of mischief all know'in!
Wills on whim of Lot row'in!
But The Jester got nothing ow'in!
Moin Moin!
God be ignorant not unknow'in!
Death be graves for all men hoe'in!
Life of all mortal forego'in!
Moin Moin!
Mad be call'in!
Jester be appalli'in!
Yet His plays Enthralli'in!
Moin Moin!
Is what he be greet'in!
For fun he be gall'in!
But in reality he be mortals maul'in!
I am the great God of mischief whose deeds are not accounted!
What would the picture of the world be like if my sins were counted?
I don't know nor care for without me no life would be expounded!
From the chains of destiny am I really bounded?
Moin Moin!
Does Jester have for life any soin? (Care)
Well, of course yes!
For without it devastated be ever coin! (Corner)
And that now is no bless.
Moin Moin!
Jester is a pig without groin! (Snout)
For he smells like dead dogs enjoin!
All misfortune he causes, de près ou de loin! (Everywhere)
No one ever asking how he be do'in!
When Khaos made life it was so boring!
Mortals were numb and even Gods were toiling!
That is why I was made by all!
Came out of cosmic sprawl!
Free of the rules of the universe I am a bird!
All I do is execute my will, never no one heard!
Oh! Seems like I fooled you!
For nothing I said is true!
What? You trusted me? For who!
I am the God of mischief, have you no clue!
Moin Moin!
On one on watch yawn'in!
Cause when I be bicker'in!
No one feeling like sleep'in!
Die Sterne, Schicksal möchte niemals rauben.
Es gießt jede Faser und webt den Boden
Niemand steht unter einen guten Stern hienieden.
Sie formen und weben Schicksal immer wieder.
But that is also nothing but petty spar,
Nothing in this world is free from influence of The Star.
The Star, Fate never means to despoil.
It just molds every fiber and weaves the soil.
But that is so unfair! So unright!
If Fate decides the course then comedy will never reach it's greatest hight!
Listen carefully now, let me shed some light;
The ultimate meaning of existence is to take delight in plight!
For that is how and for what people lanchen, (laugh)
Seeing others suffer they all let me davonmachen! (off the hook).
That is why even though I debodge God with debauchery,
They dare not to interfere with my comedic augury!
Other who speak like Jester receive nothing but torture and cautery!
And so I entertain God and titter,
Yet no one can really have me to jitter.
For I plan comedy and Fate knows,
Hence it steals the fun from me for all of my shows.
I don't get to enjoy my own show, how vile and wanton!
I just also want to have a laugh with them, is my desire so rotten?
Even the Gods fail to entertain me,
Despite the circus that they be.
I went lengths to make this comedy called life!
Went against the Gods and even snatched fire from Khaos!
This endless strife,
Such a loss!
Why such a cruel fate upon me befalls?
Not getting to laugh, I will make the evil Gods fall!
That is why I need a hero...
The chance of me loosing is absolutely zero!
I will destroy Gods!
Turn them into my dogs!
That, will be the greatest show of all!
Moin Moin!
That was me Talk'in!
Ludwig The God of Mischief!
Now get tight and enjoy this play I will be show'in!"
