Go to their death at the break of day!
Jealousy, anger through drink—and I
A free man, walk down the street. Why, why?
Did I scorn them? Well, we are brothers now,
I and the three, or will be soon.
When day blots out this fading moon,
I shall have killed, no matter how,
Then, murderers all, take heed of me!
They killed but one.
When my deed is done,