Dieses Haus ist kein Haus, es ist eine Maschine... vom Teufel entworfen und angetrieben von den Toten.
Beware of the scribes
Parading in robes
The heavier the sentence
They'll follow in droves
You claim you are here
The time is at hand
The earth shakes my bones
I don't understand
The window puts in
More than the rest
You gave from your surplus
She gave it her best
You chorus the rich
She gives from the poor
You laugh with the witch
She cries with the who*e
Two copper coins
She give it her best
Pray that you may not be
Put to the test
Blessed are you
The hungry, the poor
The reign of God is yours
You cannot ask for more