one midwinter night when I couldn't sleep
I went out in the fields to try counting sheep
but the darkness that fell on the path was so deep

that I couldn't see them at all,
I couldn't see them at all


the sheep had no shepherd and started to run
the wolves understood that the moment had come
gave chase, and the weak ones were soon overcome

they showed them no mercy at all,
showed them no mercy at all


the townsfolk went up to that unholy place
to try to prevent any further disgrace
and the angel of death had a smile on his face

but his eyes held no malice at all,
his eyes held no malice at all


a little boy lay in his makeshift bed
sweated out blood so the sheets were stained red
and the crown made of thorns that had slipped from his head

was of no use to him at all,
was of no use to him at all