'Cause of your anger,
'Cause of your hate
God blessed me in advance
For what I'm to undertake.

God blessed me
To get this machine done,
To show you that
What you did is wrong.

I am doing
To sacrifice my life
I don't want to let
You capture me alive.

The Killdozer
Rolled out from its dark lair
Smashed the walls forever
Unleashed a local hell.

Once I woke up and realized
Something is wrong, I'm terrified
Fright thrilled my body, through it has run
I touched myself and I have found,
That pale spot on my forearm

With icy horror it was spread
Friable structure that spot had
And mouldly web amidst the spot,
That loathsome lace of pallid rot

My nerves were strained in awful pain
Gazing at spot that grew again
I've crossed the wall which leads behind
I plunged asleep thus I was wound

I went astray amidst the swamps,
Amidst that haze, in filth alone
I screamed for help being lost in bogs
For some one close in, murky fogs

Awoke in horror, terrified,
Completely covered with decay mould
Like musty cheese, like rotting tree
I yield with terror, flame for me!

Be purified! In flames I cried
Flames, clean my skin, Fire, scorch my fright!
Flame was my part, I was in Fire!
I'm burning now, I'm purified!

They keep you in a glass jar
To make sure you won't go far.
And so you float in a liquid
You'll never live, you never did.

The wounds on your face.
You could have worn lace.
You fine hands and neat fingernails.
The time in the jar crawls like a snail.

In a row on a shelf
Your jar found its place.
And I find myself
Stare at your disfigured face.

A stillborn baby with golden curls
Always will be
A stillborn baby with golden curls
Always was.

The spring arrived
Which brought the river's swell
Flooding the margin in taiga
Where we dwelled.

The versed surveying crew
Of three
Were caught off guard
While being asleep

The first of us
Was buried asleep
Under the rocks
And rooted trees

I dragged out my second friend,
While he was alive
A huge trunk had crushed his spine
He died in my arms

Eternal wanderings in the taiga,
Countless nights and days,
I fed on roots, pests fed on me,
But I seeked the way.

Then cold arrived
With a new winter's breath
The brave blood slows inside my veins.
I feel the near unrelenting Death

I put no faith in signs nor omens,
In superstitions I don't trust.
I'm not afraid of perjury nor poison,
And I don't run away. There is no blight

Perpetual is everything and everyone
For all we care, there's only life and light.
For death and darkness are forfeit and gone
No sense to be afraid of dying,

If either seventy or seventeen years old.

On this sea's shore we're all together,
And I'm the one who hauls the net
When waves calm down and smoothly set
And banks of immortality aplenty gather.