The Slept Scream (The Nomad)

My eyes don't want more To look at this pain My ears don't want To hear about the sufferings My hands don't want To wash your wounds My mouth don't want To blunder in your truth I creep in a swamp I curse towards the sun I wash with blood My sick consciousness Yes, l am sin But not the first one Born in this pain I am lost in your fate Your pain is a passion I died for you I hate him I am winged I drown in laughter A fate in you Come to us Come to us I am the word of my master His creation in your hands His ignominy and your suffering