Who am I? Who do you say I am? As I hobble on to the land of the dull... Wings or wheels, wings or wheels? Now I'm like a silly boy. Now I'm like the Wandering Jew. He goes on, but I linger. The rain makes Scythes And the oil staggers Over waters Blue sky may stay Blue sky or grey And the rain falls On life On life On life On life On life And once you go beyond Once you go beyond The line between Human And inhuman Disappears Disappears Disappears... How the trees stand Oh how the wind strives And people to bend Are we left with nothing? A Cross appears Between the horns Of a stag And burning light Blinds the hunter And firstly I stood proud Fuelled by white and beast Then bowed till I... Almost broken A row of Christs Stare down on me And their several likenesses Flame and torch my walls Othal, odal bloody Then scared and scabbed Who am I? Who do you say I am? As I hobble on To the land of the dull Wings or wheels Wings or wheels Now I'm like a silly boy Now I'm like a Wandering Jew And he goes on And thus I linger And anyway People die And anyway People die...