Am I among those who flee? So damn meek creature Resigned, quiet born weak Thus safer hare than thou... Long grey, pale day Its decay's my prey You can't go thir way Thus thou shalt suffer...
Billions of stars pouring light On my face... Taste of this life You are not aware of that
You are nonentity Life's a fistful of blood A curse of your cruel god Watching his faithful scum They creep away (The) infested clay No matter what they obey And thus shalt remain in numbers
Billions of hearts pouring sighs On my trace ... Taste of this lofe... Are you all aware of that?