| Two alone in sack of skin | |
| Playing the role of slave master of war | |
| That is my lot | |
| Separated but still united | |
| Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh | |
| That is my hell | |
| Penitent rebel | |
| Riding the ether or groveling in the mud | |
| I know how little is the value of that which has a price | |
| RebellionInstinct is not the path of man | |
| RebellionRenunciation is not divine way | |
| Two alone in sack of skin | |
| Playing the role of slave master of war | |
| That is my lot | |
| Separated but still united | |
| Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh | |
| Captured and torture, | |
| I don't want this, | |
| I want to leave | |
| How can one go when one has already arrived? | |
| Flight is an illusion and even triumph is bitter | |
| When only the battle is counted | |
| I know how little is the value of that which has a price | |
| RebellionInstinct is not the path for man | |
| RebellionRenunciation is not the divine way | |
| Rebellion |