: Goldne Flugel tragen mich An den Rand der Wirklichkeit Ohne Sinn und ohne Zweck Rotes Wasser als Metapher eines Traums Ein junges Madchen vor der Tur
: The fallen ones with you tonight They fill your dreams with butterflies Smiling as they watch you sleep Flames devour their tiny feet They're winged
: Here, here is my peace in darkness and cold Here, here in the sleep where you can behold Angels are singing Praising your grace Blessing at dawn the
: Is it cold enough to breathe? Could I move without the pain? Did someone call my name? Is that the sun or does it rain? When I'm on my feet again
: The clouds a weep A roofless church The rain it sweeps The altar burned The heavens rot The night she died "Lest we forget" Lost souls the cried
: Oh black raven, my raven What have you foreseen Dark tidings and woe Rich pickings for death Let the gods wipe my tears With this falling rain Let
: There are words best unsaid And these lonely days... Have left them vile, Have left them wolves They feed before they prey They told me lies of sunshine
: Laugh, my darling, laugh Hold your head up now Just hold me tight We still have tonight Sing, my lady, sing Don't stop humming now Come, close your
: Slip under my skin and strangle me Rip open my wrists and set me free Seed of the serpent feeds upon me It eats in us all unless we become thee Pour
: Your beauty is just a veil for the thrones Abide in your silence, to be alone All my hopes are burning Like a candle in the wind All my life lust
: My angel she falls Deserted down from heaven In darkness she came to me You stripped down my shields You heard all my weeps Your own heart broken
: Was there a time when I was feeling The time for shade of hope or fear Sometimes I wonder, am I breathing When was it when we were dreaming When did
: Was she all you need Was she all you eat Did you reptile smile When you ate her cunt Was she not afraid Was he not in hear Did you lure them in? Let
: I hold my world against you all When waves will sweep ten feet tall And wind will breathe the poison to our souls When all battles have been bleed
: 2nd of August 1797. His Majesty ship "Providence". Boston. Dear Prudence! My words can't describe how heavy my burden has been during these few months
: You're a fraction of memory Here in my dark You're a wave of serenity You've swept me apart. You're a fraction of memory Here in my dark You're a
: I am the shameless lust in you I am the vanity of man I am forever strength in you I am the one to lift the hand I am the jealous tongue, the poison
: She... to me she's here She... to me she's real Within a weft of night Her laughter still dances Around the leafless trees Her drowsy warm glances
