It is torture that you kill me
As your knife goes gliding in
Cut my vein to the spirit
Of the child I have been
My life screams as you carve me
Hold my guts inside your hands
Heaven brings newly warmed blood
As you drain my heart again
With blind acceptance I swallow all your lies
Yet consumed by rage I learn only to reside
In fear of the apparition of the revolution
Apparition of the revolution
Poised at the edge of destruction
Fist held straight up in the sky
I marvel at the corpses moving
Is it I who give them life
And still am I to blame
As the water’s closing in
Submerged in futile tragedy
The rumbling of the end
Yet a 1, 000 armies’ poisons never could stop my grief
Some angels had the nerve to interrupt my peace
In admiration of the apparition of the revolution
And in a wild and sudden dance
We mocked at time, fate, and chance
Singing, God is joy, and joy is love
And in our eyes there flashed a glow
Of brightness to and fro
And in this all our song arose
You spoke, ‘I see your eyes grow dim
With all the sorrow of men
Now wrapped in dreams again
Be still, my friend’
Apparition of the revolution
Finally I grasp your pleasure
It’s to see me slowly burn
The revelation no longer ghostly
Solid form of rebellion
A mother dreams of her sons united
Her children’s eyes drawn blank and flat
With each step I further fall into the void
With each life I lived I stopped just slightly short
In dreaming of the apparition of the revolution
By hunting for the apparition of the revolution
In dying for the apparition of the revolution
Out of love for the apparition of the revolution
