A new song, by Dr. Luther.
Fresh from the printing press.
Come here and listen to it.
Now rejoice, dear Christian community, And let us happily jump, That we are
consoled and all in one, With joy and love sing.
What God has given to us, And his sweet miracle, God has acquired it.
The song is by Dr. Martin Luther from Wittenberg.
Come here, everybody!
When I was caught by the devil, I was lost in death.
My sin tormented me night and day.
Stop singing!
I was born in it.
Stop singing!
I fell deeper and deeper.
There was no bridge in my life.
Stop it!
People are already watching.
Tell me, fisherwoman!
What's gotten into you?
You're the one who pulls people together.
You can't do that in public.
What do you want?
You can't sing such a song in public.
And why not?
Dr. Luther is banned.
And who cares about that in Nuremberg?
The Reichstag is in the city.
Exactly.
You can do a great deal of business there.
My good work didn't count.
It was lost forever.
The free will hated God's judgment.
He died for good.
The fear drove me so desperately that nothing remained to die with me.
I had to sink to hell.
Tell me, fisherwoman!
What do you have against the song?
Dr. Luther is banned.
You won't get rid of your fear of hell with your old-fashioned speech.
My husband's brothers say that too.
But what will happen if they take everything away from us that we can rely
on?
Then there will only be eternal damnation.
And in the end, they will melt the beautiful new tomb of our Sebald again.
I don't think so.
My family worked on it for 20 years.
Five times they changed the design.
Willibald Pirckheimer, all the scholars of the city were there.
They had their ideas.
Then they melted it.
Only five years ago and already famous in the whole empire.
And now it should be nothing more?
I don't think so.
It stays.
Won't it?
But the Sebaldus grave is a work of art.
It will come.
Where should it lead us with these Wittenbergers?
To freedom.
It will lead us to freedom.
Men's speech.
The family is torn apart.
Some follow Luther.
Others hold up the teachings of the church.
And everyone wants to be right.
That doesn't stop a family.
And a city society doesn't either.
It destroys everything.
The outspoken speeches destroy us.
There is no holding back for a long time.
The only consolation is in the writing.
Yes, your Wittenbergian nightingale sings that.
Yes.
Didn't the master Saxon have a say in his master's poem?
Of course.
Like the young men when they come home from studying in Wittenberg.
They eat the wisdom with spoons.
Wake up.
The day is drawing near.
I hear the nightingale sing in the green hark.
Her song resonates through mountains and valleys.
And this beautiful new song makes everyone mad.
It destroys everything.
And the art too.
Dr. Luther doesn't destroy anything.
He woke us up.
Just as the master Saxon wrote in his poem.
Martinus Luther, that you know him, who is a Wittenbergian nightingale,
he woke us up from the night.
He brought us the moonlight.
And now let me continue singing.
In the song, Dr. Luther packed everything that the Holy Spirit showed him against
his fear.
Your Dr. Luther is no better German than your master Saxon.
There will be unrest.
There God will yammer forever.
Damn it!
God damn it!
Kempner!
Be quiet!
There you see it.
Master Saxon.
There will be unrest.
Why did you print your poem?
For three years you didn't write anything.
And then something like this.
Violent.
Devious.
For three years I read, Mr. City Writer.
Studied in the Wittenberger books.
And especially in the writing.
And now I know what drove me to kill myself.
Yes.
But do you have to write something like this?
The whole world reads it.
I don't understand you, Mr. City Writer.
Five years ago you defended the Wittenberger with a writing.
You were even the first.
But anonymous.
Think of my position.
What I write is read more quickly than the Nuremberg affair.
Who is the Nuremberg affair?
How long will the Council remain in disarray?
You don't know what's at stake.
The peace of our souls here on earth and our fate there in the highest court.
The peace and the fate of our city?
We can't stand against the Emperor.
We can't stand against Christ.
You don't understand.
Yes.
I see what the Council is up to.
You don't see anything.
You have no idea what it really is about.
The Reichstag is in the city.
Maybe this time it will be possible to decide the National Council.
Then it will be over with the abuses.
And that's why such a wonderful song can't sound on the streets and squares of
Nuremberg.
Do you know the tenth stanza?
Yes.
I know them all.
In the tenth stanza Luther draws the sum for us Christian people.
He lets Christ say to me.
What I have done and taught, you should do and teach.
So that the kingdom of God will be multiplied for praise and his honor.
Don't you want everyone to live according to Christ's teaching?
And then there will be peace among us.
And it will be just.
And everyone will have enough.
And there will be space to live, because we have learned to share.
I would like that.
But the next lines...
Your Nuremberg nightingale sings like a troublemaker.
And protects you from the people.
Of this the noble treasure perishes.
I give this to you last.
Does that bother you?
Oh, I know enough who will see this as a free letter to the uprising.
Didn't you hear the three godless martyrs?
I know no Lord but God alone.
And the farmers outside in front of the gates of the city?
And the tradesmen in the city?
They will understand freedom the way they want it.
Against the nobility, against the city council.
Music for the freedom of conscience.
Mr. Councilor, where will your confidence and courage remain?
Slowly, cautiously, with patience, Master Sacks.
The time is playing into our hands.
The day will come when the emperor will need the free cities.
Our money, our influence and our cleverness.
Then it will be time.
On the council.
We must not overthrow the world.
We must change the conditions.
Mr. Councilor, I have seen the people on my tour.
The world is full of fear.
The great painters have painted them.
Master Dürer has drawn the apocalyptic riders.
We must take over the power of fear.
We must take over the power.
For a long time there was no means against it.
Now someone has rediscovered medicine.
Listen to the song.
Leave it on the streets of the city.
Good.
Go.
Say it in the chapel.
But without the last verse.
Sing, Kepner.
Sing it loud.
The song of the mercy of God.
And now the 7th and then the 10th verse.
What I have done for you, I want to live for you.
What shall come and be.
So that what belongs to you, shall be praise and glory.
What am I supposed to do here?