When we look, but do not see
When we listen but do not hear
When we act but cannot be
When we hide not for fear
When we eventually output the final fee
Untold to all yet given to us as seer
As we flee
We do not see
As we fear
We do not hear
What we all were bestrode
So we all are ill bode
Humans cannot see
Nor hear their fear
Yet they flee
Flee with me
For this accursed act cannot be
What is free
Yet all is Hell I, the Devil lear
