Fallen are the words of old,
A screaming wind my soul has sold.
Too high the heights, that I have found.
Fallen too, the highest foul,
The angel, that clawed wings so cruel
In my despair and guilt unbound.
As hands then reached a stranger one,
And moments too familiar shone,
Lost the word another Reich.
Too late my heart could realize
Our words were but demise,
For heaven and for hell alike.