The spinning of heads   The spinning ahead      He said to me   He knew evil   Life in reverse   Life out of balance   Stupid as it sounds   Like a wolf running   Cross country -   In every field   A trap waits - along with its owner   Like someone said about   The hunter   As soon as he stops   He becomes the hunted   I am the cunning animal -   I am the hunter   The life I never read   Is my youth now dead?   Rise, rise, rise...      The swirling sound of swastikas   Like rotor-blades of thought   Threshing the wheat   Out from the chaff   All this is a dream      All this is a dream   The mother clouds   Si quidem deus inquit   'Est unde mala?'   Bona vero unde, si non est?   All this is a dream   All those who worship   The broken demons of the past   Are in love with the dead   This is the cross you bear   They worship the dead and   Lo and behold this is no mystery   When I say that they in turn   Become the dead themselves   Even before they die   First the heart dies   Then the body dies   Then the soul dies   Si quidem deus inquit   'Est unde mala?'   Bona vero unde, si non est?      Every dead eternally then   Every dead eternally then   All this is a dream   Then they are caught   Eternally   In this trinity of   Deathdeathdeath   There is no escape from this   Cycle and circle   Of utter desolation   The despised by man   The despised by angels   The despised by the gods   The despised by the devils   The despised by the   Satanic one himself   All this is a dream   Si quidem deus inquit   'Est unde mala?'   Bona vero unde, si non est?   First death then second   Altogether dead you were,   Anyway   It's a dream...   Altogether dead you are   Altogether dead you shall be   It's a dream, it's a dream   From the corner of my mind   The swirling sound of the orchestra   From the corner of my lips   The words have already   Fallen like honey   From the corner of my eye   A million birds of dreamy   Image wing   It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream...