Lyrics:

Voracious children and wolves
Sharpen their teeth on our bones
Carrion feeds the wretched
Vacant eyes peer through the hole

Beggars and thieves
Bring down a common enemy
While pawnshop kings and corner queens
All hawk their souls for gold

Lifelong victims pound and claw at the ground
Searching for a way out of their skin
Writhe in the cruel bloom

Trying to find beauty
In flesh torn from me
Trying so hard not to lose you
In cobwebs and empty hearts

Lifelong victims pound and claw at the ground
Searching for a way out of their skin
Writhe in the cruel bloom

Witness the ghostlike shades of ourselves
Searching for any way out of our skin
Writhe in the cruel bloom

[Additional lyrics sung by Steve von Till that are not in the lyric booklet]:

Harvest your own
Suffer no fools they will not have their day
Your broken wings drag us down into the shadows
There´s no room for foul soil on this good earth