By the sweat of your face, you shall eat bread
Till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken
For you are dust
And dust you shall become

At which point did this come to be
Incessantly pierced by thistles and thorns
No ark been built, no ford been laid
Naked I‘ll wander, the sinners path

And dust you shall become
And dust you shall become

At least a God to claim
And some words that hall
A returning echo
That still remains

At least a way to claim
And a trail to tread
Yet no direction
But well-worn feet

I ate the weed
I wandered the valley
There is nothing left
To sacrifice

It bears me thorns
Spikes lead the way
The words of Job
Don’t have an end

The ark has sunk
The plagues remain
The burning bush
Has become extinct

Jona drowned
The newborn’s split
Lots virgin offsprings
Been raped to death

The Lord gave
The Lord took away

The Lord gave
The Lord took away

The water is rising
Daylight disappears
The ground is trembling
Heaven and earth collide

This will be the end
As we all know it
One last chapter
The last act

By the sweat of your face, you shall eat bread
Till you return to the ground, for out of it, you were taken
For you are dust, and to dust you shall return
For you are dust, and to dust you shall return