For the sun we pay Thousands of wars, millions of deaths. One walks upon the water but sinks in the blood, He'll cast the world into doom and dark And vanish there himself A sprout breaks through asphalt Ruining the city on the way Any life sprouts from death This art is founded on bones Dancing in eternal rotation Changing masks but not its essence Chorus: Flesh and blood in fiery millstones, Mere ashes in hands, Ashes in hands of time All this decay is food for the new names.
The man going up knows He's coming from down. He knows that mud is sweeter than sugar The dazzling white of majestic words Leaves black trace on the clouds. Will you kill to survive, Or fall prey to the words, Will you greet the sunrise Or prostrate on the earth? Dream about the blade of rage Cover with rust in eternal wait. Chorus: Flesh and blood in fiery millstones, Mere ashes in hands, Ashes in hands of time All this decay is food for the new names.