But why am I abandoned, while I’m angry with no one
Where shall this lead me, if I’m alone

The innocence will purify (me)
The innocents will never die

YThe sufferer gets indignent, ’cause it’s based on a mistake
I feel loftiness inside, when I approach the truth.

Victims are the innocents, remorse tortures them,
They contemplate things from above, know the coy men’s revenge
Want to be prophets and wonder-workers, to live like an ignorant recluse,
To believe in times, when they don’t lacerate their wounds.

The innocence will purify (me)
The innocents will never die
Victims are the innocent