Like an emissary through the village,
With the hood of Gessler hanging,
On the wooden pole at the marketplace,
He is lost
in his own town
Silently I welcome,
The glorious mist of town,
Time to send one warrior home,
He is lost in his own
town
Brigde 1
Huet nid gruesse,
De wirsch buesse,
Sotsch aber muesse
Das isch Macht!
The punishment is,
The
shot with a crossbow,
At the apple
The head of his lovely son
But he hit the holy fruit,
Gessler hates the glory
shoot,
Catch Tell to take his blood,
Take the holy blood
[Bridge 2]
Tell, great warrior,
I greet you with hail,
By
fire and frost,
Gessler wants revenge,
In the other life we'll stand,
We are the strong,
In a better world we'll
meet,
You're the suffering one
[Refrain]
Don't destroy the circle of the pole
He still dreams....
I've seen the sun
of tomorrow rise,
From the deepest rage of nowhere
Tells soul to save
On the journey to his death,
In a boat on a secret
lake,
The men seize their only chance,
Escape into the dark
Then the storm shall arise,
Turns the clouds into
grey,
Sends up a howling wind,
Across the secret lake
[Bridge 1]
[Refrain]
On the journey.....
Then the
storm shall arise.....
[Bridge 1]
[Refrain]