Judicator, Hansi Kürsch - Spiritual Treason lyrics

As you treat the lowest
So you treat The Lamb
But suppose it were so
That you were the lowest

Would it stand to reason that you should
Be kindest to yourself above all
As though you yourself were Christ?

Deus vult! Crying for reason
God’s will! Spiritual treason
Deus vult! No room for saints here
Gone asunder

This is the moment of decision
Every day’s a chance to be a righteous man
Now is the time for your salvation
In the end of it you must own what you do

Soft determinism opens up my life
To accept what may come
But still allows me to try
I accept that I cannot change
What is outside me grant me only the power
To improve my perspective

This is the moment of creation
Belonging where I am
I only take what’s given
This is the time for absolution
I let the weight of
All my shortcomings dissolve

Lay your burden down
Enter the water without a ripple

Sunrise, embrace! Arms outstretched
Bless both friends and enemies

The walls before me, the walls within
Both will be shattered, both will give in
Life as machine, so unaware
I feel it draining like poisoned
Dripping ichor

This is the moment of baptism
I cannot call my life a meaningless mistake
This is the moment of renewal
I preach to introduce democracy to heaven