As I touched the soil I felt they taught me to feel And as I watched the sun I saw what they taught me to see And as I smelled the air I smelled what they taught me to smell But as I swallowed the lake I felt nothing for these was nothing they Taught me
I don't belong to where I come from With veins like roots reaching no water
I judge myself for being victim I curse them for what they have taught me I blame the gods for not intervening I curse myself for judging the gods
I'm not bound to the hammer I don't need a shepherd What I need is spittle From the serpent
As long as I've pulled my plough upon frozen soil I was tormented by feelings of senselessness But now the the ravens' rise - this is my harvest! I see the boiling blood-fountains out of a reawakening earth!
May my muscles be ashes To become one with the soil May my excusing body Fertilize the future grounds