Forged of bronze a brazen bull A tool of death Never a sculpture cast so cruel Its smoke incense A toast to its lust for human fuel Burned from within with no clemency Condemned to death It's own maker perished within thee The rest locked in From the depths of misanthropy Scorched bones shone like jewels Morbid bracelets Made in to amulets sold to fools The screams the ox Ghastly sounds surge from the bull
The pain the howls the pipes of the bull The cruel despot of Zeus Power unleashed tyrants retribution
The screams, the tenderest most pathetic, melodious of belongings.
Disgust of man's cancer of worlds Invent our ruin Destroyer of worlds In the guise of invention Racing to self-destruction Explained away by intention