Scenes as from a dream carried on the crest of a shuddering wave
Softly, delicately, in mute frenzy
Soundless and sepulchral,
Blurred and flickering
For it's from a time gone by.

Soldiers of the reich march in perfect file
Hordes cheer on in thunderous applause
Which I hear not, for as I said, it's from a time gone by
But rendered all the more ominous by the eerie silence.

Evil lives on,
Gone to hide in crevices and in valleys
And in folds of flowers
Biding its time
To return in a different guise.


how can i change the world when the seed of evil sprouts from me
how can i change the world when i am the one that burns in this fire.
how can i change the world when i am that which is evil