Let the Ravens Have My Eyes

I gave and I gave to lay
the stones for the churches of man.
No longer do I labor in vain
and nor do I say: "..."

Forest is cut into timber, sea stopped up by dams.
Look to the grain and current not sculpted by hands.
Break the shrines and temples,
loose what the body holds,
that which sadly is sold,
for less than its weight in gold.
Blindly I search for God,
For in seeing I stumble.
He is my Troy, my Maud,
If I be so humble.

HALEL JAH
ICH HALEL HA-SATAN
Dim the Sun,
come, now, and make us one,
HALEL JAH
ICH HALEL HA-SATAN
Pray for rain,
come, gives us bread and stay the same.

Do you see, you see?
There was god on a tree.
Huginn and Musinn take my eyes,
but I saw what I know is right.
Take the third of my eyes,
lest it cause me to sin.
Make me like that god,
to stand the western wind.

"Wenn Sie den falschen
Zug einsteigen ist es kein Gebrauch
Laufen den Gang entlang
in die andrere Richtung."