Author of quotes: Wolfram von Eschenbach

Tell me, lady Love,
What you're drinking our blood,
Why you to us are
And us having fun?
You, healing from depression
We all have a heart torn to pieces,
You so skillfully treat,
That maim us to death.
Tell me, are not you ashamed,
Heeding the flaming words,
Swagger over them
The feelings of the saints,
And our pain is not tame,
But relentlessly to turn
Pure desire
The subject of entertainment?
The terrible power of your spell
For those who are young and who's old,
We are all in this world
Caught in your network.
All caused you trouble.
We for you - in a continuous Ada,
In the throes of poverty,
Driven by hatred.
We do not have the power to convince
We can't win
On the contrary: in favor of you
Run into fire and water.