Whatever I do, wherever I go,

Tis is my everlasting care:

The Intercepter haunts my ways

And checks me everywhere.

I leave him at the end of the street

And wander careless through the lands.

Right in the middle of the road

The Intercepter stands.

When dreaming on the dreaming hills,

I let my thoughts roam far and wide,

The Intercepter lifts his hand

And closes up my side.

Asleep, awake, at work or play,

Whatever I do, wherever I go,

The Intercepter bars my way,

And to my “Yes” says “No”.

Is he my friend or my enemy,

Betrayer, saviour from disgrace?

The Intercepter frowns at me

With my own frowning face.