Blind people1 wander
towards some strange paradise
towards some world of the kind
which doesn't even exist
There, they don't like visitors2
Fuck, you may not even fart there
Everything is rolled out smoothly there
The burnt ones will be crucified
Who has the power to demand
our heads on a plate?
The black moon is shining
They all repeat the same song
The black moon is shining
(Black, black moon is shining!)
The black moon is shining
and it takes everything good away
The black moon is shining
(It's blacker than black!)
Paradise, a prison without walls
There, the moralizer3 guards
You can't even find the time for holidays
other things are likely first
Faith, hope, love
their rates are declining
and the wafers rotten
in some devil's pocket
Who has the power, the strength
to be his brother's jailer?
Who has the power, the strength
to be his brother's jailer?
Who has the power to demand
our days on a plate?
He browses old news
plows snow of a winter gone by
He seizes power for himself
probably looking at a beautiful dream.
1. could mean also people in the sense of 'people of a nation', if you speak German 'Volk'2. or 'strangers'3. lit.: 'guard of moral'