Kult - Kult

You are in a world you did not know
A world you have never seen
You look at what surrounds you
With the eyes of an urban rich man

The rigid bodies into which you drive a dagger
Are as hard as stones
And in the distance they move
The shadows of your parents’ fish

There you look, a man
Who sits in a fish and waits
He sees the world through glasses
For there are slits in the fish

The slits are barred
So the man doesn’t come to the surface
And further on, they go to Church
Those whom nothing can stop

They carry cheap gifts
There in the Church, Christ is imprisoned
Saint John leads you
You see the chariot in the sky

Soon you will be stopped
By an unknown bird with a club
You will only be able to see the sea
The sea in your colour

And a child who gathers it
To go now
So your bitter laments are in vain
You will stay here permanently

Your companion will be
The one who lives in a jug
And finally, you will understand
You can no longer live differently

You will stay in that world
In that most beautiful garden
You will stay in that world
In that most beautiful garden