Sovnlose Netter I Mitt Isolatrom

Drowing karmic networks
Sad machines inside
See the radio sky talks
Under a searing heaven

Swallow
Swallow
Swallow
Swallow the bitter taste you once craved deep
Your Christ, your veil, your Sun
In bitter blood you lay your sleep
And keep the Sun in turn

For my God, my cancer
My painful God alone!