Constantly beats the spirit of the age It steals my sense for time and place The godly origin is free from rage Peacefully, it's outlasting our days In warm wombs where golden honey flows I'm save from harm and from decline Out of the purest will a body grows Down here in the origin of mine From glassy caskets we admire Our own birth from desire Oh tree of life, give us your fruit We shall detect and not ask 'why' Inside the red womb all is mute When pure existence turns to 'I'... Rivers of blood float fast through me Like an everlasting stream of love With blinded eyes I'm able to see Without ears I hear the voices from above So I expose my words and sins In emptiness they shall be free Cause death is where all life begins When we look into eternity Buried in our mother's womb Where velvet is a tender tomb Oh tree of life, give us your fruit Let it fall down and hit the ground Inside the red cave all is mute Come hear the silence, what a sound!