In the middle of the way there was a stone With flowers around and my name carved in Sad remembrances of that strange vision In the middle of the way there was my end
During all the pathway how didn't I see That strange shadow following me through My entire life I was deaf, invalid and blind For not noticing that the strange shadow Was the vulture flying over my head
The hell is here - the end is near The more you fear - more it's clear
The killing time and the moving sands The crawling worms and the things you wait Worms are only larvas of yourself The unbroken circle of self-degradation Learning to crawl - walk and crawl again
The incapacity - the weakness The immortality - the nothingness Everything is the wrong thing to do Everyone is locked inside the walls of vain philosophies The world, the cold eyes of disgrace The ropes, the frozen ropes of mistakes
There's a dead man in the mirror There's a dead man in the water There's a dead man in the men There's a dead man everywhere
There's death across the distance And deep inside our dreams There is nothing but nothing Just emptiness and dark