In this wilderness of thorns All you offer me Is a garland of tears And to suffer alone Bleeding my hope I am brought down All you promise me Is the agony to come My existence is crushed Dead since birth I fed on your hope, At your feast of comfort Weary of life I cried out to you But all you offered me Was the agony to come Alone again In these desert lands I breathe the fire Of your wrath I have suffered Too many days Under these harsh skies Now I walk, With fire burnt skin And I scream For healing to come Forty days That never end No bread but these stones The agony to come Memory of nails Tearing my flesh I hang before you In the wilderness of thorns I am parched, I have nothing I am broken In the wilderness of thorns