These are the ravages of time Like the engine sound of heavy trucks Like the beating of steel upon the anvil Like a heart of stone in darkest night Like the breaking of a window pane More crushing than a music's fair There is nothing else than rattling tracks Than mortal whisper in the marsh Than frozen waves on winter seas Than announcement in the radio Telling lies about a victory These are the ravages of time Like the breathing of a hurricane Like the dreadful shouts of the insane Like the scraping of your fingernails Like the grumbling of a mass that hails More growling than the voice of peace There is nothing else than rumbling mist Than branches in nocturnal skies Than fissures in the power station Than giants from the scriptural age Bawling within ecstasy Sometimes you listen to the squealing of boat paths To the revelation of lies, to the assembly of dust To the endless grey plane, to the stiffen of time