When the Hebrew points at you
With broken hand
And the mark of Cain
Then known shall be,
All martyrs died for me
Jugend by my feet
Solution in my hand
Europa on my shoulders
Held in chains, dressed in grey
Lions become lions prey
Witness the eternal walk of Jahwe
A stalker in the doggerwerk of the mind
To history bound,
The insane dig their tomb on Roman ground
With broken hand
And the mark of Cain
Then known shall be,
All martyrs died for me
Jugend by my feet
Solution in my hand
Europa on my shoulders
Held in chains, dressed in grey
Lions become lions prey
Witness the eternal walk of Jahwe
A stalker in the doggerwerk of the mind
To history bound,
The insane dig their tomb on Roman ground