Songtext von Ten Thousand Hundred Times

What monstrous chaos You were a youngster who succumbed To the ravages of old age And I am assailed by the ellipse As spoken in due season Children reserve your paron A blessing, before the carcasses of rot Beautiful little child open your eyes Pull the angel's face close to your mouth Cannot your wings sense a remote flight Walls of dust in an illusion of voice There exists infinity As bequeathed to you For the thousandth time Is only an instant And you are everything that ever lived