VIII - Orual Songtext
von Mizmor

I want to confess as best I can,
But my heart is void.
The void is a mirror - I see my face
And feel loathing and horror.
My indifference to men has shut me out.
I live in a world of ghosts,
A prisoner in my dreams.
Yet you do not want to die? Yes, I do.
What are you waiting for? Knowledge.
You want a guarantee.
Call it what you will.
Is it so hard to conceive of God
With one′s senses?
Why must He hide himself in a mist of
Vague promises and invisible miracles?


Why can I not kill the God within me?
Why does He go on living
In a painful, humiliating way?
I want to tear Him out of my heart.
But He remains a mocking reality,
Which I cannot get rid of.
I want knowledge, not belief.
And not surmise - I want knowledge.
This life, a senseless terror -
No man can live with Death and know
Everything is for nothing.
Oh, I see - we must make an idol of fear
And call it God.
I know it is the same for all, but I want to use my respite
For one significant action