One has to seek heat in the frost One has to fall when he should climb One has to bear his heavy cross Until he's fallen seven times One has to face the loneliness 'Cause life's a crowded solitude One has to tame the emptiness And then to feel its plenitude Better face your disgrace Your stigmata shines in your eyes Another season to rise One has to see what isn't shown One has to hear what isn't said One has to get what can't be owned And then to live when all is dead Frustration is the guide of your actions You fear this dimension of silence You're bathing in the dust of illusions Neglecting the roots of existence Die lebenden Toten und die sterbenden Lebenden... wie ähnlich sind sie sich! Reisende unter der Sense. Tote zu beseitigen ist ein Dienst an der Allgemeinheit. Doch so viel ich weiß, kriegt man echte Probleme, wenn man jemanden tötet, der noch am Leben war.