Aus dem Refugium [English translation]

I have written, not on a hunch and 'cause I wanted

But 'cause of love, because I had to and I should have

Would I stay silent, homeboy, believe me, stones would start to cry

You'd feel the woes, my friend, had I not written about mine

From what I heard, some make the tracks when I make tracks1

But I swear, this panzer here drops mysticism in the booth

In my sanctum sanctorum2, yeah, in my cathedral

Fear has long since lost its forum; and no hard shell

Of this world is necessary or able to withstand

That, which we, God willing, are unveiling here and tremblingly surviving

So I gaze in awe and bounce to what God's will has made to sound

And I trumpet it around, homeboy, like Hildegard von Bingen3

Can you feel me, love?

Na, na, na

Out of my refuge

Please come to my refuge, this place where you can bolt to

Where I consummated my studies, where words become elixirs

Man, shit's too deep and when we're at a loss of words

Music overtakes our ministry

This is a key moment, it happens only when we need it

Knowledge understands, when he's inspirited by the rhythm

All the slogans are in vain, everything's a bit synthetic

Like some girls' breasts; if only we knew what's missing now

True love - I hold this Grail in all its honor

They're hunting for flies, instead of cleaning up the feces

What remains of your speech, what counts at the mic, are melodies of fate

Meaning for ever and ever nothing left but Elohim4

Can you feel me, love?

Na, na, na

Out of my refuge

1. fig. trans. (lit. "From what I heard, some are for [using] their feet, when [I] do this")2. In the Old Testament, Sanctum Sanctorum or Inner Sanctum means the dwelling place of God in the Temple of the Israelites, in Christian tradition it also stands for the core of a man's soul, which God wants to enter3. Hildegard von Bingen was a female Christian scholar, author and mystic during the central medieval period of Germany4. Hebrew name for God