Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Between Birds of Prey, artist - Blood Axis. Album song Blót: Sacrifice in Sweden, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Cold Meat Industry
Song language: English
Between Birds of Prey |
| Who would here descend? |
| How soon is he swallowed up by the depths? |
| Thou, Zarathustra, still lovesth the abysses |
| Lovesth them as doth the fir-tree |
| The fir flings its roots |
| And the rock itself gazes |
| Shuddering at the depths |
| The fir pauses before the abysses |
| Where all around |
| Would feign descent amid the impatience of wild |
| Rolling, leaping torrents |
| It waits so patient, stern, and silent, lonely |
| Lonely, who would venture here |
| To be guest, to be thy guest |
| A bird of prey, per chance |
| Joyous at other’s misfortune |
| Will cling persistent to the heir of the steadfast watcher |
| With frenzied laughter, a vulture’s laughter |
| Wherefor so steadfast? |
| Mocks he so cruel |
| He must have wings who loves the abyss |
| He must not stay on the cliff |
| As thou, who hangesth there |
| Oh Zarathustra |
| Cruelest nimrod! |
| Of late still a hunter of God |
| A spider’s web, to capture virtue |
| An arrow of evil |
| Now hunted by thyself |
| Thine own prey |
| Caught in the grip of thine own soul |
| Now lonely to me and thee |
| Twofold in thine own knowledge |
| 'Mid a hundred mirrors |
| False to thyself |
| 'Mid a hundred memories |
| Uncertain and weary from every wound |
| Shivering at every frost |
| Throttled in thine own noose |
| Self-knower |
| Self-hangman |
| Why didsth bind thyself |
| With the noose of thy wisdom? |
| Why luresth thyself |
| To the old serpent’s paradise? |
| Why stowesth into thyself |
| Thyself? |
| A sick man now |
| Sick of serpent’s poison |
| A captive now |
| Who has drawn the hardest lot |
| In thine own shaft |
| Now doesth thou workesth |
| In thine own cavern? |
| Digging at thyself |
| Helpless quite |
| Stiff, a cold corpse |
| Overwhelmed with a hundred burdens |
| Overburdened by thyself |
| A knower, a self-knower |
| The wise Zarathustra |
| Thou soughtesth the heaviest burden |
| So foundesth thou thyself |
| And cansth not shake thyself off |
| Watching |
| Crouching |
| One that stands up right no more |
| Thou with grow deformed |
| Even in thy grave |
| Deformed spirit |
| And of late, still so proud |
| On all the stilts of thy pride |
| Of late, still the godless hermit |
| The hermit with one comrade, the devil |
| The scarlet prince of every devilmen’s |
| Now between two nothings |
| Huddled up a questionmark |
| A weary riddle |
| A riddle for vultures |
| They will solve thee |
| They hunger already for thy solution |
| They flutter already about their riddle |
| About thee |
| The doomed one |
| Oh Zarathustra |
| Self-knower |
| Self-hangman |