...For once again that wretched cattle of the nation must die out
shame's happiness in the joy of death
sorrow and sin must be reborn
gray death in the hollow flesh of emptiness
...For it is they who die, those worshipers of life, those weak slaves!
On the last bumpy journey from the body to the deep grave
eternity in the light of the morning star
tear is bitter, bones have consumed the flesh
...For those who die
are the crucifixes of death itself
resounding rhymes from the tears of the flesh
h ¤the furrows of the shudder on his face
the blood has finally flowed out of the wine!
...The stretched reasons of the flesh hanging there
are open to death on the cross
in the winding threads of the wounds the charm and current of power
unattainable life, at the hands of death
...For in the universe there is everything and in everything there is nothing!
The one who is born in sin a guilty burden
in the morning dew, the inevitable destruction of a new life!
...For those who die
are themselves crucifixes from death ¤t
echoing rhymes from the flesh
the furrows of destruction on his face
blood has finally flowed out of the wine!
[English translation:]
[Rhymes Of The Pity For Flesh]
...For again shall die out that nation's Wretched cattle
the Bliss of shame in the Joy of death
a sinless Sorrow shall be born yet again
the gray death in the Hollow flesh of emptiness
...For again shall die the life-worshippers, those weak slaves!
On their final rough journey from
body into a deep grave
an Eternity in the glare of the morning star's light
a bitter tear has worn out the flesh from the bones
...For those about to die
have prayed to be saved from Death himself
rhymes of the pity for flesh echo on
the traces of desecration mark their faces
blood has finally flowed forth from the wine!
...For the stretched grains of hanging meat
remain open upon the cross until death shall come
in the gushing threads of wounds lie the
rapture and the river of power
the life unreachable by death's hands
...For in everything is all and in all is nothing!
The blame-laden burden of the one born in sin
in the morning dew shines the inevitable Demise of a new life!
...For those about to die
have prayed to be saved from Death himself rhymes
of the pity for flesh echo on
the traces of desecration mark their faces
blood has finally flowed forth from the wine!

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