I was made to distrust Both my will and my lust In the shades of sorrow In the feasts of the morrow I found a new master Who knew how to command I am that master At my command The beasts that guard the staircase These soldiers on guard Are at my service And were built to last Don't need your religion Of immobility and sleep I was made to conquer I was made to be free You lie in anger Fat and swollen To flatter and to deceive My will was stolen from me ...Was aus uns wird ist zweitrangig, ist nicht von Bedeutung. Man wird auch uns vergessen, man wird auch uns für ein Gerücht halten. ...Alles was vorher war, alles was auch wir kannten... wird zum reinen Gerücht werden. You'll find me in the orchards At the doorway to doubt At the threshold of consciousness In the black wolves howl