Tiusche Man in Wieße Thorn Lyrics

(Instrumental)
"The creator seeks companions and such as know how
to whet their sickles
They will be called destroyers and despisers
of good and evil
But they are the reapers and rejoicers
And you my first companion, rest in peace
I have buried you well"

"The dinginess of your bodies delivers to the
slow cadaverisation of the world
Stagnation of your inferior existence lies
on the crown of creation
Your creation is worthy to get perished"