She whispers her lies, to my demise
O’ how the plague fills my ears
But O’ how I listen, O’ how I listen
Stop up my ears
The world she speaks softly, sweetly
And bitterly she pulls her blade
O’ how the strong have fallen
Collapsed onto the ground
She whispers sweetly, softly
Venomous snake recoiled in bread
Yes, a wolf in sheep’s clothing
But tell me the lies, tell me the lies, I want to hear.
I want to be blinded. I want to embrace the sheep. I’ll disregard the noose around my neck.
Apparently I’m the epitome of insanity,
In search of life (sehnsucht), embracing death
O’ God! Stop up my ears. And make me hear…