If you have enough conscience Deny the fate All I would like to have All I would like to be I don’t want it to appear In an other way Than my hands, than my sweat Kneel and hope other than yourself An easier way, a wrong way (A path without pitfalls) Old men listen to a preacher and are Convinced not to believe in themselves Money crashing down the stone Poor mother coins for a healing wind All this will for gods of straw A consciousless line of people Falling from the cliff shrine Seek out for the gold Seek out for the greatness Bones to create an ornate shrine Ashes and drops to feed the gods All I would like to have All I would like to be I don’t want it to appear In an other way Than my hands, than my sweat In a world forged by tales and myths An endless circle A perfect play Ashes and drops To feed the gods Tear down the idols Melt the gold A new pattern of life For this age of wisdom I can believe in hope But I will host the co