Rise, bloodbath Die, sickness Pride, golden Crime, scarlet The serum of thee Pours up as to flee Wishes to spread his wings Cut your rusty strings Relax your values Smash your idols Beat the worm From above you'll see Crush, ashes Blaze, over Love yourself World empty "Watch them clamber these swift monkeys. They clamber over one another, and thus drag one another into the mud and the depht. They all want to get the throne that is their madness, as if happiness sat on the throne. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys, and overardent foul smells their idol, Foul they smell to me, alltoghether these idolators".