Rammstein Music Video Stories

Du Riechst So Gut '98

Till Lindemann smiled riding his horse calmly through the trees. Despite what his companions said, he thought it was a beautiful day. They were going into town for a party that their family members were also attending. Party perhaps wasn't the word for it, they were going into town for a ball. It was cloudy and cooler outside, but there was no breeze, it was not windy, so Lindemann thought it to be perfect. Richard Kruspe did not however, he was shivering on his horse, and Christoph Schneider liked the sun. So both were not please by the conditions, and trailed behind. Another thing that plagued them was the fact that they were completely lost, but this was about to change. The three were startled when they heard a cracking behind them and the exasperated "shit!" exclamation that follow. All three whipped their heads around, but didn't see anything. When they turned back around they really were startled by the appearance of a tall man in the dirt road ahead of them, sniffing the air. He had glasses and longer brown hair. Till Lindemann looked at the man in surprise, then slowly moved his horse forward.
"Excuse me sir. Are you familiar with the location of the ball tonight?"
"You're going to the ball?" The man asked, looking at the three of them in some sort of confusion. Till listened carefully for a moment, and could hear the man inhaling deeply, like he was smelling something.
"Uh, Ja...but we have lost our way. Do you think you could help us?"
"Ja. You are not headed too much out of the way, go more...west." He said, looking off into the distance. Till looked in that direction and nodded.
"Thank you sir." Richard said, leading his horse on, Schneider followed, but Till looked at the man interested.
"Are you going to be there?" Till asked, riding his horse up next to the man and upon closer look at him, saw how thin and bony he was. But there was some kind of power behind his eyes, something kept hidden.
"Maybe. You should go if you don't want to lose your companions." He said, looking off to the horses and their riders who were making their distance.
"Maybe? I don't know if you'll make it in time by foot, do you want a ride?"
"You'd be surprised how fast one can walk. I'm fine. What's your name?" He asked, looking up at Till, curiosity flashing in his eyes. Lindemann was surprised that this stranger wanted to know his name, or the fact he would chose walking over riding. But he did not express any of his surprise, he only responded to the curious man's questions.
"Till Lindemann. How about you?"
"Christian Lorenz. I prefer to be called Flake though..." The man said, looking down to the ground. The sound of heavy inhaling could be heard again, but Till ignored it.
"Perhaps I'll see you tonight?" Till asked, preparing to ride off, Flake looked back up to him again.
"You may." Till nodded, and with this he started to ride to catch up. But he heard, or thought he heard Flake quietly say four chilling words before riding off.
"Du Riechst So Gut."

Till, Richard, and Schneider rode into town excited for the ball, and to see some of their family. The three weren't related, but it was coincidental that some of their cousins, aunts, uncles, and some distant relatives lived in the same city. However, the entire ride ever since meeting the strange man, Till felt...watched. When he looked around for the source he found nothing though. It couldn't have been Mr. Lorenz though, as much as he talked about walking quickly, he couldn't have been as fast as a horse. Right?
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Flake Lorenz moved quickly through the trees, his furry paws blurs in the winds. Was he a werewolf? By definition yes, but he didn't need a full moon for transformation, that was for certain. It was only myth. He was on his way to the ball, following Till Lindemann and his group. And dear God in the sky, Till smelt so good! It attracted Lorenz, made him chase after them, and this time, he wouldn't be caught sniffing around, at least not by them. He was however caught by someone, someone he knew.
"Flake boy, what're you doing?" A voice from behind him called while he watched the trio enter the city. He turned his head to Paul Landers and sniffed the meat his friend was handing him. Flake ate it in one bite, he was hungry, while Paul watched the trio Flake had his eyes on before eating the juicy ham Paul had for him.
"Something interesting about those three?" Flake just growled for more ham in response, Paul rolled his eyes.
"Come on Flake, be a good boy. I have more ham for you, just be patient." Flake watched with longing eyes when Paul pulled out more ham from behind his back. He ate it heartily and then licked Paul's hand affectionately as thanks. Paul bent downward and let Flake lick his cheek. But Paul's face went serious.
"You know you shouldn't be anywhere near the city like this. I don't need to remind you what they do to wolves around here...and it's an even worse fate if they find out those wolves are in fact werewolves. You know this Flake." Flake whined and did a little wolf nod. He transformed himself back to his normal state and looked to see the trio gone.
"What's so interesting about those three?"
"One of them...his name is Till Lindemann. He smells....so good. Stop treating me like such a dog in wolf form." Flake said, almost flustered at admitting it.
"I wouldn't treat you like such a dog if you didn't act like such a dog. You know what happened the last time someone smelled so good to you." Paul said with an authoritative tone in his voice. Flake closed his eyes and sighed. There was a women who had once smelled good to him...he ended up eating her in wolf form. He really couldn't control that sort of thing. He lost control on the full moon, and acted like a normal wolf. Werewolves had control on all nights except full moons, and that was what the truth of the full moon was.
"You know I didn't mean that. I was attracted...and it was a full moon."
"You came out of the room wearing her torn up dress. I had to quickly herd you away before it became a scene. That happened to be what happened the last ball. You know Flake, you were attracted to a female last time, but now a male? I don't mean to keep scolding you, I don't think it's fair either, but homosexuality...you could get punished for that, the king could put you in jail or sentence you to death. I'm just looking out for you buddy, if you're gay, I respect that, but be careful." Paul said, putting a hand on Flake's shoulder. Flake sighed and nodded.
"Why don't we get going. I was going to buy groceries while I was in the city."
"You're not going to the ball? Flake, I get you're a werewolf, and you look kinda crazy at the night time...what with the way your eyes glow and your hair spikes up crazily, but you can hide that kind of stuff." Paul said in disbelief. Flake sighed once more and looked Paul in the eyes.
"That guy will be there. I don't want to be tempted." Flake said dismally. Paul rolled his eyes again and chuckled.
"I'm going to make you come. You can just spend the time with me. We're buddies, it doesn't matter if we dance or not, we just hang out. You can't always be a hermit who lives out in the woods, have some fun. I'll even help you get that raging nighttime look under wraps." Paul said, standing up. Flake stood up and followed Paul into town. After shopping, the two walked back out into the woods and to Flake's home. He lived in the woods not only for silence, but so he could avoid anyone figuring his secret out. Now they were in his house, and of course, Paul went through Flake's wardrobe looking for his fancy clothing.
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