Kwaad Bloed - Wiegedood

The glass is broken.

The knives are out

Where voices are trembling, there’s nowhere/ no will to hide

Never undone.

Never unsaid

In time confined but forever condemned

As one, we reach out

As one, we abide

On the first day coming

The blood will be denied

The last-born child

Martyr of spite

On the first day coming

He will be denied

From Brother to ghost

From Brethren to past

To nothing

To never

No more