Why aspire dull purpose? Beneath the spawn of wrath The empty gazes scorched So that the inferno’s minions May dive to the surface Meanwhile barren landscape is Blooming with death and perfidy
For the gods’ shackles of will Melt under the epiphany That robs the world of its Oh so beautiful Oh so splendid Oh so squandering Lie To the finite mass
In infinite emptiness Which henceforth is only able To bring agony While the judge’s hangman executes And justice As if it may have ever existed Moaning laments Stokes the last flames
Written 2011. Attempted translation from German 02.07.2019.