Man dances on the side of smile
Skin decorating the bones
On your white surface veins boil and thunder
Holy warriors of light
Creep along miracle's edge
Under the void the bell vibrates
One wishes for continuity
Another just for a moment
One undresses and another just strips
One grows from kindness
Another from a wreath of snakes
Fire burns under both of their loins
Here the choir sings of the time
When the Holy Land was captured
Here the choir sings:
It was not so before
Mere men we were
Buried alive in daily misery
Buried alive in daily misery
Buried alive in daily misery
Buried alive in depths, miseries
On a face ground by sweat
Of glittering teeth and clear cries
On wet temples the arches of halos
I know my diminity
Cheering me to cruelty
Merciless, endless unbound burden
Here the choir sings of the time
When the Holy Land was lost
Here the choir sings:
of the time
Soon endeth cruelty
as here we expect
rises, usurps godhead that we tried
that which desires love
with a mindful of hatred
wakes from a pallet
grasping at cold flesh
It was not so before
Mere men we were'
Buried alive in daily misery
Buried alive in daily misery
Buried alive in daily misery
Buried alive in daily misery
Buried alive in daily misery
Buried alive in depths, miseries