The noise of these voices Some know where to go What's coming is in their eyes A disillusioning glow The insistence of the gathered crowd Shows nothing but the truth The roar of this scorpions You shall understand soon It's time to internalize how threatening it is The right to existence is blazing in flames Depersonaized faces distorted by fear The light turns turbid now – but you have to bear it The fire of this surrealistic scenery Is nourished as long as the panic prevails The stench of the wooden planks - you know what it means This train runs straight to a hell - child Some of them lament the truth Soon you will have lost all your senses Do you see how weak the flesh is If it has to withstand the loss and the mourning Grace is given to you - branch Don't lose the faith in yourself Keep my leaf rich face in your mind Look for a place to put down new roots Wrath - as a tremendous thunderstorm Time stands still Let me be the cradle of your thoughts Thou shalt be my sun