Gebor'n, zu sterben [English translation]

On every table lies pale skin

So quiet and rigid and without pain

The split head resting on the chest

The body gives birth one last time

The bowl full of fat and brain out of

God's temple, Devil's stable

Shoulder to shoulder on the blank ground

Paradise and Fall

The rest in bucket just many miscarriages

Hair of an old man

And blood of girls who once sold themselves

To fat flesh

When you search for the answer, search for every that torments you

Human beings are born to die

We are arranged here for a short time

And then we loose the thread again

We are arranged here for a short time

And then they burn our cold limbs

The doors closed, the controllers adjusted

The flesh leaves the vale of tears

What was huge one, is now so small

The heart is in flames one last time

Only ashes can be seen, a whole lot of beings born in dust

Dances around

A small heap of dirt on fireproof stretchers

In a sea of flames

When you search the answer for everything that torments you

Human beings are born to die

Fire ... Fire ... Fire

Fire ... Fire ... Fire