The Hour of the Great Contempt Lyrics

The great despiser is the great adorer
An arrow of longing for the other shore
His soul is filled with fire and burning coals!
They herald the coming of lightning and madness
All that is poverty, filth and wretched contentment.
Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue?
Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed?
Once a man has achieved
The hour of the great contempt
He becomes truly free to do as he wills
Plunging into the very depths
He consequently rises above the world
He is that lightning, he is that madness!
Who had been lost now conquers all
Those who speak of otherworldly hopes
Poisoners of life are they
Decaying and poisoned themselves
Of whom the earth is weary: away with them!
The great despiser is the great adorer
And arrow of longing for the other shore
His soul is deep; even in the wounding
And may perish through a small matter
Thus he goes willingly over the bridge
Man is just a bridge and not a goal
He who justifies the future ones
And redeems the past ones
He is willing to perish through the present ones!