You have to kill and live at will You have to live but it's nice to kill Grasping, tearing, hanging on the flesh Feeling all its mystery Sweetness follows the whip of lash Or living in death or dying alive Tearing the flesh from the other side Raising it up with a trembling arm Holding it high with a psalm to the sky Will never cry out: 'Sacrifice me!' Or sobbing in pain as the tiniest being Roaring flesh, can't stand up seeing Crawling along in a crimson mass Responding to pain with deadly screaming And my own blood's sick of me Or with handcuffs, free in a cage Would brand the flesh with burning rage Solid rock would crush his limbs If his weak body dared to face But we're nothing els but feeble flesh He's scared of life His earthly dust is afraid to die When his walls are Washed by his filth He learns to fear