Treibjagd [English translation]

Silence is that of every cry

In the dark of twilight

Night is transformed upon the harsh frost

Fog creeps in like gout

Throughout every valley

And silent tears are in itself...

The Hunt1

Forgotten souls

Doomed to torture

Lost 'til death.

The heavens is red as blood

Soon no eye shall see

A spoiled animal through the night

I open my eyes

And I am no longer in me:

A spoiled animal through the night.

1. see commentary below.

• Artist:Joachim Witt
• Album:Bayreuth 1