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 groveling 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 one 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!