How can there be pleasure?   How can there be joy?   When the whole world is burning   What joy is there in this body   Seeing these discarded bones   Scattered here and there   Where they were tossed upon the ground   Through the same moment of the night   Humans first emptied in the womb   The journey of their life to death begins   Once gone there is no turning back   At daybreak many people are seen   At evening one is gone from sight   At evening many people can be seen   Next morning one is gone from sight   Nights are long when one can't sleep   The road seems long for those exhausted   Life's obliterated so soon      Some die when they are in the womb   Some on the ground where they were born   Some die just as they learn to crawl   And some just as they learn to walk   Some die old and some die young   Some in the very prime of life      All people pass away in term   Just like the fall of ripened fruit   As all ripe fruit always falls and rots   So all who are born by their deaths destroyed   Collection in the end dispersed   Whatever rises must also fall   All meetings end in seperation   The final end of life is death      Sorrow arises from all beauty   From all beauty arises fear   When all beauty is given up   Neither sorrow nor fear exist   And the law is Imperium   Imperium, imperium, imperium, imperium