Auf ein Wort [English translation]

There is no human who doesn't spoil.

There is no stream which never runs dry

And the darkness makes the light break on the horizon.

I feel the wind in my hands,

The night is sinking in my hair

And the bitterness makes shudder far bowels of the earth in me.

Your shy look makes my blood hot

In a wild escape through my heart

And a cold anger makes my heaven's dams break in me.

The flame's tongues are enveloping you,

A ring of a guilt is illuminating your skin.

You will tell no lie, a holy whore.

• Artist:Wolfsheim