Brotherly surrounded
Foreigner to grief
For a little while
You've been getting easy feed
Skin and teeth are weak
You'll be surprised

You go down so easily
You go wrong when you're in need
You go down so easily
You go round and you go round

When the motherline leaves me cold
What will I begin
No one has warned me
I will strive peacefully
Grow stronger by disease
The story of the meek

I'll go down so easily
I'll go wrong and I'll succeed
I'll go down so peacefully
I'll go round