THE STRINGS OF POWER
(Die Fäden in der Hand)
sung by Albrecht von Wallenstein
Here in Friedland life is lively, bright, and grand;
see the wealth of the realm,
how it blesses all this land...
Our golden future puts all Friedland up in light;
preserving the status quo
is our duty and our right...
So please think of this as the occasion
for a little more subordination...
Look at these gentlemen,
how devoted they're to me!
Yes they're always at my service,
I decide, they think they're free...
Even though lots of rage
and resentment overflow,
I hold the strings of power in my hand!!
Great unrest still haunts our hinterlands for sure,
they are restless, defiant...
ah, but oh so immature!
With quick action of these threats we'll soon be free,
all remains as it is
and so will it ever be...
We can't see the future that lies ahead,
therefore we must follow His Lordship's plans instead!
Should they boldly protest
and demand that they be free,
I just snap my fingers once, and
all their hearts belong to me!
Should they wildly protest,
all that fussing makes me cold!
I hold the strings of power in my hand!!
If I lift a fingertip, a favour is bestowed;
just a flick of the wrist, and another favour's owed...
Lean but slightly left to make the Liberals elated;
then flip right, et voilà! Tories feel intoxicated...
Make or break a promise, I don't care!
The one hanging on the line is left with nothing!
Let them shout, let them roar,
let them pounce to right and left,
when I wish them to be silent,
they're as if of life bereft!
Is our course clear at last?
Violence makes everyone bend,
I hold the strings of power in my hand...
'Tis an ancient noble art
to preserve one's influence
with a mind for consequence;
ne'er outdated...
One is never planless having power in their thrall,
nor thoughtlessly let them all
just be strangulated...
Who holds power every hour
in hands thoughtful and discrete
can pull anybody's strings just
as they please, control complete...
Rationality's key
in this art old as the land,
I hold the strings of power in my hand!
(Chorus of courtiers)
Come and sing, come and dance
as this courtly life demands!
If he says we should be laughing,
we are cheerful and we're grand!
Merrily we await,
we will do whate'er he tells...
He holds the strings of power in his hand!!
He is bright, he is strong,
he's always been a righteous man...
With charisma binds the people,
we're under his spell, he can...
What he says is the law,
he's seducer of the world,
he holds the strings of power in his hand!!
He holds the reins of power in his hand!!
He holds dominion in his hand!!
