Our Father who art in heaven
Do you still look down on us
Or do you sleep, undutiful,
Tired from the huge deed?
Our Father who art in heaven
Everything is caught in a free fall
Your creation is spoiled
Mischief lurks everywhere
The dying peoples have become tired
Infatuated by incense and sweet chants
Their hope disappears that they could still resurge
The song of the prophets resounds unheard
Our Father who art in heaven
For just a few silver coins
Your son is given away once again
Misery can be found everywhere in your world
Our Father who art in heaven
How long do you think you hav etime
The old wheel still spins slowly
But the standstill is not far
The dying people have become tired
...
Our Father who art in heaven
Soon it will be over
Your land dreams itself over the abyss
Right into oblivion. The dying people have become tired ...