(Music: Mameli, Uterwijk) (Lyrics: V. Drunen) Suffering from a disease The morbid symptoms aren't identifiable Physicians; they disagree Fighting is thus impossible Vainly you wait for a cure But there's pain you have to endure You don't have to add you to dead Leave your faith in science's hands Research might lead to your salvation while you're in a state of suspended animation After the aneasthesia comes pure nitrogen In many degrees below zero An ice-bound human being Can they disabuse him of his as yet unknow disease? Then maybe in the future the machines will stop to freeze The blood is no longer liquid No palpitations of the heart Stone cold hardened intestines There will never be a new start Ages wait for a cure No more pain they have to endure They added themselves to the dead Left their faith in science's hands Forever frozen is their destination In a state of suspended animation