We suffer strongly but I know why I know why we suffer for the truth while others lie Maybe we suffer now but we'll never get old And we won't sell at any price what they have sold Higher walk Further fall For whom the bell should toll Their sun will rise no more For mankind is like a whore Baby, repay the pain to the master Now God's garden's burning faster In such sickness and such health We'll have our own wealth We suffer strongly ... I dream of my mother I bring the flowers for my brother And no one will know my power I should leave this fuckin' tower Baby, call the magic one Who is known as our son He'll be called the soothsayer He'll be called the sorcerer The dead are looking at you So never get old