We suffer strongly but I know why
I know why we suffer for the truth while others lie
Maybe we suffer now but we'll never get old
And we won't sell at any price what they have sold

Higher walk
Further fall
For whom the bell should toll
Their sun will rise no more
For mankind is like a whore

Baby, repay the pain to the master
Now God's garden's burning faster
In such sickness and such health
We'll have our own wealth

We suffer strongly ...

I dream of my mother
I bring the flowers for my brother
And no one will know my power
I should leave this fuckin' tower

Baby, call the magic one
Who is known as our son
He'll be called the soothsayer
He'll be called the sorcerer

The dead are looking at you
So never get old