Zeitgeist

Constantly beats the spirit of the age
It steals my sense for time and place
The godly origin is free from rage
Peacefully, it's outlasting our days

In warm wombs where golden honey flows
I'm save from harm and from decline
Out of the purest will a body grows
Down here in the origin of mine

From glassy caskets we admire
Our own birth from desire
Oh tree of life, give us your fruit
We shall detect and not ask 'why'
Inside the red womb all is mute
When pure existence turns to 'I'...

Rivers of blood float fast through me
Like an everlasting stream of love
With blinded eyes I'm able to see
Without ears I hear the voices from above

So I expose my words and sins
In emptiness they shall be free
Cause death is where all life begins
When we look into eternity

Buried in our mother's womb
Where velvet is a tender tomb
Oh tree of life, give us your fruit
Let it fall down and hit the ground
Inside the red cave all is mute
Come hear the silence, what a sound!