To heaven I lift that hand, and call
For judgment on the criminal;
The earth is dyed with bloodshed’s hues—
It cries for vengeance. I accuse!”
“Name thou the guilty! say for whom
Thou claim’st th’ inevitable doom!
“Albert of Lindheim—to the skies
The voice of blood against him cries;
A brother’s blood—his hand is dyed
With the deep stain of fratricide.