Fixed to decay
Knotted by habit
The rituals of bound bodies
The dull resonance that vibrates through these days
The afternoon's meshes
Pale clotted light
I tremble in nightmares of silence
Lonely nights in empty houses
The night's slow poison
Aimless years from nothingness to nothingness again
Kneeling before a void
Brought into being in order to suffer
New and dreadful liberty
Pain and wrath are the singers
The great work is a stone

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN