Blinded may I be
But more senses ?waken
of thou would call lies
I deem all else forsaken
Hated may I be
But love shall then abound
For what is my blood then
Spilt upon the ground
At last!
My place is gained among the man forsaken
At last!
My kind shall find our way back to the wilderness
O, thou hast the right!
To anoint my head with vermillion
Mark of the joyful slave
For I have that right
High atop the mountain,
where the World Prince was slain
I see the lone God
Holding the hexagram
I am the black s***e between the stars
I am the darkness that can be felt
But more senses ?waken
of thou would call lies
I deem all else forsaken
Hated may I be
But love shall then abound
For what is my blood then
Spilt upon the ground
At last!
My place is gained among the man forsaken
At last!
My kind shall find our way back to the wilderness
O, thou hast the right!
To anoint my head with vermillion
Mark of the joyful slave
For I have that right
High atop the mountain,
where the World Prince was slain
I see the lone God
Holding the hexagram
I am the black s***e between the stars
I am the darkness that can be felt