Lost in the heart of cold Powerless on the ocean of grief I realize once more the advent of grim hour I still sense death, the black death Your rigid name is desolation Your embrace is constant pain Was I wrapped up Under barren rocks in the desert? Was I banished To the womb of the underworld? Nobody saw, Nobody heard Nobody wished to see Nobody wished to hear In memory of time In memory of joy Before my eyes there is again an armoury At my foot there are books With mumuring clear water Stubbornly I wander ahead Complaining of thirst and wounds from battles As if I didn't want to see As if I didn't want to hear Time has come to cover one's sword in blood Time has come to sound the battle cry Earthly vanity surrounds me Forsooth, a chasing for winds There is nothing new under the sun No green sprouts in the desert of life Am I still a slave of emptiness? Did I lose the fight that once I won? Naked and disguisting I regard the dark reflection Do I myself create my wondering? Will I lie dormant When the fight for existence draws near? My wish is to see My wish is to hear! Time has come to cover one's sword in blood Time has come to sound the battle cry! Scorned, whipped. left, killed. In truth I see the master of the domination For me sacrificed For you sacrificed In memory of time In memory of eternity The bitter curse of grief goes to its final rest The black mantle of death has fallen away and dissolved Time has come to cover one's sword in blood Time has come to sound the battle cry!