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Lost in the heart of cold

Powerless on the ocean of grief

I realize once more the advent of grim hour

I still sense death, the black death

Your rigid name is desolation

Your embrace is constant pain

Was I wrapped up Under barren rocks in the desert?

Was I banished

To the womb of the underworld?

Nobody saw, Nobody heard

Nobody wished to see

Nobody wished to hear

In memory of time

In memory of joy

Before my eyes there is again an armoury

At my foot there are books

With mumuring clear water

Stubbornly I wander ahead

Complaining of thirst and wounds from battles

As if I didn’t want to see

As if I didn’t want to hear

Time has come to cover one’s sword in blood

Time has come to sound the battle cry

Earthly vanity surrounds me Forsooth, a chasing for winds

There is nothing new under the sun

No green sprouts in the desert of life

Am I still a slave of emptiness?

Did I lose the fight that once I won?

Naked and disguisting I regard the dark reflection

Do I myself create my wondering?

Will I lie dormant

When the fight for existence draws near?

My wish is to see

My wish is to hear!

Time has come to cover one’s sword in blood

Time has come to sound the battle cry!

Scorned, whipped. left, killed.

In truth I see the master of the domination

For me sacrificed

For you sacrificed

In memory of time

In memory of eternity

The bitter curse of grief goes to its final rest

The black mantle of death has fallen away and dissolved

Time has come to cover one’s sword in blood

Time has come to sound the battle cry!

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