Who am I? Who do you say I am? As I hobble on to the land of the dull... Wings or wheels, wings or wheels? Now I'm like a silly boy. Now I'm like the Wandering Jew. He goes on, but I linger. The rain makes,    Scythes  And the oil staggers  Over waters  Blue sky may stay  Blue sky or grey  And the rain falls  On life  On life  On life  On life  On life    And once you go beyond  Once you go beyond  The line between  Human  And inhuman  Disappears  Disappears  Disappears...    How the trees stand  Oh how the wind strives  And people to bend  Are we left with nothing?  A Cross appears  Between the horns  Of a stag  And burning light  Blinds the hunter  And firstly I stood proud  Fuelled by white and beast  Then bowed till I...  Almost broken  A row of Christ’s  Stare down on me  And their several likenesses  Flame and torch my walls  Othal, odal bloody  Then scared and scabbed    Who am I?  Who do you say I am?  As I hobble on  To the land of the dull  Wings or wheels  Wings or wheels  Now I'm like a silly boy  Now I'm like a Wandering Jew  And he goes on  And thus I linger  And anyway  People die  And anyway  People die...