Hope is a weapon in the arms of those
Who can instill it in the low and weak,
And turn their sparkle to a humble pose
Until their consciousness will follow, bleak...

And if you tap yourself into one’s fears
To play them like some gentle strings,
You must show neither love, nor tears,
And give in to the sins of kings.

The parasites of light,
The parasites of darkness,
The parasites of everything that was,
Pervading minds,
Exploiting every weakness,
Turning sound thoughts
Against their inner laws!

And if you tap yourself into one’s fears
To play them like some gentle strings,
You must show neither love, nor tears,
And give in to the sins of kings.

They cultivate the life, and so it grows
Apart from everything that strikes as meek
Like hope, the weapon in the arms of those
Who can instill it in the low and weak!