Teksty: Guilthee. Homunculus Paradoxon. Digitale Gaudium.

[SCENE IV]

[THE MASTER Has a twinge of conscience.]
Night and day craving for the innocence.
The words you say are killing me.
Sitting here in the grave of tolerance.
Have you hear: no one can be free.
The architect build the world upon his word.
There is no protect against the mystic spell.
Do you believe the lowest element is earth.
I do reveal a secret, mark it well.

[CHRONICLER]
Craving for the innocence
Waiting for the down of the new born son.
New master is waiting for him.
Yet one has killed the other one.

[HERMES]
This place is call?d by many names.
Far down below in the sulphur mist.
Now the awkward doom is done.
I will hang you by your left-hand wrist.

[HERMES' DEMENTED PUPIL]
New born flesh you wanted I can give you.
Fresh blood from opened throat can pour you.
'You sick? To give you health I can spit you.
And if you want to die I can help you.