The voices of the nature The voices of a beast The voices of the children Are the voices of a priest This can all belong together These are fragments of the one And then soon will fuse forever Sentenced to creation Better if you hear me Better when you care Better when you listen Are we all aware I can see Where all soon will be I'll be there and I know Where we all have to go In poems of the martyr The childhood of a thought For freedom of a nation All these things out of a part Dark essential dreams of jesters Feed my ideology Cause when all belongs together Then it all belongs to me Better if you hear me Better when you care Better when you listen I can be aware I can see Where we all soon will be I'll be there and I know Where we all have to go