It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.
Not in cruelty Not in wrath The reaper came today An angel visited this grey path And took the cube away.
Your entire life has been a mathematical error. A mathematical error I'm about to correct.
I must go in. The fog is rising.
I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.