The castle

Viktor Ullmann

Their horses step over a slain peasant.

He has his eyes wide open and something reflects in them;

not the sky. Later dogs bark.

That means that they finally have come upon a village.

And above the huts rises a castle of stone.

The broad bridge offers itself to them.

The gate looms large. The high trumpet sounds a welcome.

Listen: A racket, clattering, and dogs barking.

Neighing in the courtyard, hoof-beats and shouts.