Burtscheid (Latin language: Porcetum) is a town in western Germany, near Aachen. It was inhabited since ancient times by Celts and Romans, who were attracted by the presence of hot springs.
Burtscheid Abbey was founded here in 997 by emperor Otto III, with Gregor von Burtscheid as its first abbot. It was finished in 1016-1018.
From 1816 Burtscheid was the administrative capital of the district of Aachen. In 1897 Burtscheid became part of the city of Aachen. It is part of the Aachen-Mitte Stadtbezirk.
Burtscheid is today a health resort.
Coordinates: 50°45′56″N 6°06′44″E / 50.76556°N 6.11222°E / 50.76556; 6.11222
Burtscheid is an Ortsgemeinde – a municipality belonging to a Verbandsgemeinde, a kind of collective municipality – in the Bernkastel-Wittlich district in Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany.
The municipality lies in the Hunsrück and belongs to the Verbandsgemeinde of Thalfang am Erbeskopf, whose seat is in the municipality of Thalfang.
The name Burtscheid is a Germanized form of the Celtic Bor(uo)cetum, with the components Borvo, meaning “warm spring”, and also a god’s name (see also Worms, Wormerich and the French Bourbon), and caito-, ceto-, meaning “forest” (Breton koat, koet; Welsh coed – “forest”).
In the Middle Ages, Burtscheid belonged to the Mark Thalfang whose seat was at Schloss Dhronecken (castle). After the French Revolution, the Rhine’s left bank, and thereby Burtscheid too, were ceded to France in 1794 and 1795. Through a law from 26 March 1798, the French abolished feudal rights in their zone of occupation. After French rule ended, the village passed in 1814 to the Kingdom of Prussia. Since 1947, it has been part of the then newly founded state of Rhineland-Palatinate.
Please could you stay awhile to share my grief
For its such a lovely day
To have to always feel this way
And the time that I will suffer less
Is when I never have to wake
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
... Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread
Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
(always) doubled up inside
Take awhile to shed my grief
(always) doubled up inside
Taunted, cruel.... ...
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved