The soul of our being stands rooted Planted deep in earth's heavy soil As the body stretches In heavy strokes dragging Heaven down The empty time where death is lost And body becomes eternity Our detest for the know-all of the sky The merciless future The spirit of the world is slowly turning in Slaughter of our language within Windless tornado eye A word is just a sign Signs from the soul's face Life ends in the midst of the world Spiritless and empty-headed Life starts in the midst of the world Mindnumb and soulless Under the sun life grows Joyfull it shows Under the sun life withers True self forget me not Slaughter of our language within Windless tornado eye Our life is just a sign Mercy of time