Krankheit Mensch [English translation]

The skull is grinning at me scornfully.

What have I done to you so evil?

And if I think about it, it turns out

We are the sprout of a corpse!

We are the pale horse and death is sitting on us.

Hell is following us with tanks and bombs

red like fire.

When chains are rolling over bones, when gold is weighed

by blood

And Holy warriors burst apart from hate, yes then

it is humanlike!

Illness human!

We don't deserve the crown!

Illness human!

Confound us, if there is hell!

We are clearing forests, we eat animals, rape children!

We split atoms, humiliate people,

We dream of the good things and follow the mammon.

Our bodies, the darkest robe out of the blackest

cult,

that ever existed on earth!

Illness human!

We don't deserve the crown!

Illness human!

Confound us, if there is hell!

Illness human!

We don't deserve the crown!

Illness human!

Confound us, if there is hell!

I search for good things, but I can't find anything!

Illness human!

The pride of creation, that devours everything.

I am human, I am the human.