Vergängliche Tage und verratene Geister Lyrics

It speaks to me
Words scattered like dead leaves
Weightless feathers carried by ephemeral days

Should I like a wolf
change my cloth
or come forth the same
bringing my offering...
I whisper to myself
Should I delude my kin or betray my spirit?
Oh, how I wish I did not know anything

A heinous act
if there ever was one
The trouble of being born sharpens my tool

If it mutilates me, what use would it have
to drink from the goblet of a life that is not sincere...

Still I dread the future and I tremble not knowing
if I could end this existence
for it would be too late
You pay upfront for whoring
How will you repay your maid...
A mother soaked in red
cleaning her son's dread