The pain is mine, The knife is yours, He stabs one, This is the blood transfusion. The rope is mine, The noose is yours, He is no more, Dead. Refr.: Still I must, Still I must, still I must, The Black Experience! Mine is the shadow, Yours is the light! His, The darkness. Mine is the power, The power is Yours! His, The darkness. Mine is the silence, Yours is the noise, He screamed once, This is the last word. Mine is the fire, The ashes are Yours, He is long gone, Only smoke remains of it. Refr.: Still I must, Still I must, still I must, The Black Experience! Mine is the dream, Yours is the awakening, He will not return, Just a memory, nothing else. Mine is the depth, The height is Yours, He is falling now, And we watch silently. The wind is mine, The storm is yours, He drifts away, Like a broken bird. The past is mine, The future is yours, He stopped there, Where no one is looking. Chorus: Still I must, Still I must, still I must, The Black Experience! The wound is mine, The healing is yours, He no longer asks, Only silence. The mirror is mine, The image is yours, He no longer looks back, Only a crack. The step is mine, The goal is yours, He has lost his way, And he does not ask for any more signs. Chorus: Still I must, Still I must, still I must, The Black Experience! The voice is mine, The word is yours, He is now silent, Like a cemetery. Chorus: Still I must, Still I must, still I must, The Black Experience! Chorus: Still have to, Still have to, still have to, The Black Experience!
