Two alone in a sack of skin Playing the role of slave master of war That is my lot Separated but still united Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh That is my hell ♪ Penitent rebel Riding the ether or grovelling in the mud I know how little is the value Of that which has a price Rebellion! Instinct is not the path of man Rebellion! Renunciation is not the divine way ♪ Two alone in a sack of skin Playing the role of slave master of war That is my lot Separated but still united Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh Captured and tortured I don't want this, I want to leave How can one go when on has already arrived? Flight is an illusion And even triumph is bitter When only the battle is counted ♪ I know how little is the value Of that which has a price Rebellion! Instinct is not the path of man Rebellion! Renunciation is not the divine way Rebellion!