DEVILS' CHORUS

Now row, now cast off,
cast off our good boat,
now break through the clouds,
now break through the mists,
the winds and the flames,
the murk and the dark,
the waves of the sea.

Row on, let us cross
the bounds of the world:
Now today the devils, free,
break their sad prison at last,
and with music and with clamor
condemned men celebrate freedom
singing and drinking together
at a dev'lish feast of glee.