To the Silenced - An die Verstummten
O the insanity of the great city, where at nightfall
Against black walls the stunted trees stiffen,
The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask;
Light with magnetic scourge drives out the stormy night.
O the sunken tolling of evening bells.
Whore, who bears a dead child in icy convulsions.
God's wrath with screaming whips over the brows of those possessed.
Purple plague, hunger, that ruptures green eyes,
O the gruesome laughter of gold.
But in dark caves a mankind more silent bleeds,
From hard metals forms the redeeming head.
