Blutmärchen
The dark fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm — symphonic melodic death metal from the black forest.
Ach, wie gut, dass niemand weiß, dass ich Rumpelstilzchen heiß!— Oh how good that no one knows my name is Rumpelstiltskin!
The Grimm tale is brutal and short. A miller lies to a king. The king imprisons the miller's daughter and demands she spin straw into gold, on pain of death. A small angry creature appears and does the spinning — three nights, three rooms, three threats — and on the third night demands her firstborn child as the price. She agrees because she has no choice. When the child is born, she has only a guessed name to save it.
What the song foregrounds is the price of being good at something the powerful want. The girl is a hostage of her father's lie and the king's greed. The creature is not the villain — he is the only one who actually does the work, and the only one who keeps his word. Her cleverness is not in the spinning. It is in the listening: she sends a messenger into the woods, and the messenger comes back with a name overheard around a fire. The bargain is broken not by force but by a syllable.
It is a story about secret labour and named monsters. Every queen with a stolen crown has a Rumpelstilzchen in her past — the unseen contractor, the forgotten craftsman, the figure she swore to and then publicly disowned. The fairy tale punishes him for asking to be remembered. The song refuses that punishment. Ach wie gut, dass niemand weiss — how good, that nobody knows — is a line that cuts both ways: hers, and his.
Female – soft, fragile
They dressed me in gold I never spun
A crown of lies I can’t outrun
The walls close in, the king draws near
A thread of fate… a thread of fear
Male – whisper, creeping
Little girl, why do you cry?
Gold for a promise, truth for a lie
Female
My hands are empty, my heart undone
No dawn will rise, no thread is spun
Male
"Ach, wie gut, dass niemand weiß,
dass ich Rumpelstilzchen heiß!"
Duet
Spin it, spin it, night to gold
Sell your soul before you’re sold
A bargain sealed in shadow’s breath
A name unspoken… a silent death
Male – playful
I dance in fire, I twist the thread
I feast on fear, I’m never fed
Three nights pass, the child is mine
A cradle bought in strands of time
Female – rising
No more lies, no more chains
I’ll break the spell, I’ll break these names
Male
Guess my name, oh queen of gold
Or lose the child your arms now hold
Choir
"Heute back ich, morgen brau ich,
übermorgen hol ich der Königin ihr Kind!"
Duet
Names are power, names are flame
Speak it once and break the chain
Hidden truth beneath the skin
Call the devil by his name
Female
I heard you dance beneath the trees
Your secret burned upon the leaves
Female – shout
RUMPELSTILTSKIN!
Male – rage
"Das hat dir der Teufel gesagt!"
Duet
Spin no more, the wheel is still
No more fear, no binding will
From ash and gold, the truth is born
The silent child… no longer torn
Female – gentle
Hush now, the night is gone
No more shadows linger on
The wheel stands still, the thread is through
No debt remains… I kept you
Child / Choir
Was I a promise? Was I a price?
Born of fear… or sacrifice?
Female
No name shall bind you, none shall claim
You are not gold, you are not shame
Child
I am no bargain, I am no debt
No hidden name to fear or regret
Duet
From ash to dawn, from fear to light
We leave the dark, we claim the right
No spinning wheel, no shadowed claim
No power left… within a name
- Artist
- Blutmärchen
- Song title
- II — Rumpelstilzchen (Ach wie gut, dass niemand weiss)
- Album
- Grimm Tales, Vol. I — In Blood and Fire
- Released
- 2026
- Genre
- Symphonic melodic death metal
- Country
- Luxembourg
- Label
- Self-released
- Rights
- © 2026 Blutmärchen — All rights reserved
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