One, two, three, four
The white snow, it calls for more
Four, three, two, one
The blood is gleaming in the sun
White, black, red, gray
Colors flash, I found my pray
Gray, red, black, white
How can my sinning feel so right?
Blind, deaf, mute, dead,
Flesh and blood, my wine and bread
Dead, mute, deaf, blind,
Incoherence is all I find.