Trapped

Feel trapped inside this life. Your bullshit overwhelms me. Nothing is what I get. Please tell me that it's over. . Your touch is cold like death. Please hurry get it over.

The Light

I've lived my life. I dont apologize to anybody.... Love has come and now I'm free to be the real me.... . And now I see. I see the light. Freed from the night, the sun is rising again...

The Big Time

No I dont have the time. To skull fuck your mind. Were just headed for the big time. Assure assure that youre there. Horns in the air. Screaming were headed for the big time.

The Scorn Of Death's Kiss

The scorn of death's kiss. Harsh against my skin. The flesh cold, the flesh cold. . My soul longs to be with thee. To dwell forever with the father. .

The Hero

One by one they all fall down. Torn apart without a sound. I'm not your hero. I fall to pieces. I crumble. There's only one way out and it's not thought me.

The Cold Stares Of Dead Eyes

There's nothing behind your eyes. The windows to the soul. What's beneath your skin. A dead heart still beating. . The cold stare of dead eyes. A look into demise.

Time Goes By

There is nothing like the rain. Time goes by. There is nothing like the rain. Time goes by. . There is nothing like the rain. Time goes by. There is nothing like the rain.

Transfiguration

Nothing is in this world can be as immaculate and pure as the love of us Cold Ones for the dead. Our love lives only in those fleeting moments of recollection ...- memories we're fearing to forgot..

Totes Kind / Little Dead Boy

Gestern zhlt' ich noch keine Sieben, doch heut' bin ich schon tausend Jahr', und scheint mein Leib auch gleich geblieben, ist meine Seel' dem Tod doch nah'..

Totenlicht

Den Raum verndernd schlie' ich meine Augen.. Ich reise, doch ich bewege mich nicht. auf der Suche nach Dir, der Du es verstehst,. wie man sich meinem Bewutsein erfolgreich entzieht..

Todeswunsch

Chill is dripping silently,. I am drowning in myself.. My hope has left me alone and barren,. my grave - the only loving place.. I hate my own loathsome smell,.

To A Loyal Friend

Once there was a time,. when the conquest of. pain was all that I. could hope for, had. been my only aim.. Happiness or joy merely. unwords without meaning,.

Time Stands Still... (...but Stops For No-one)

Time Stand Still

That little mountain raises (silently). while other dissolve into a plain. time redefines itself (irrationally). and falls in sadness grain by grain....

This Profane Finality

Bury me deep in the blackest earth. drunken on maggots, home of thousand worms.. Nail me up into the blackest coffin. and bed me down into the deepest pit..

There Was A Country By The Sea

There was a country by the sea, but I cannot say for certain, whether it was part of a lonely isle, or merely some coastal region.. A landing-stage of rotten blanks stretched carefully into the waves, and for one moment I did wonder, what frightening purpose it might serve..

The Sleeper

[by Edgar Allan Poe]. . At midnight, in the month of June,. I stand beneath the mystic moon.. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,. Exhales from out her golden rim,.

The Inexperienced Spiral Traveller: A Fragment

The Inexperienced Spiral Traveller

Alles ist nur Illusion und von mir erschaffen,. Doch ich vermag ihr nicht zu entflieh'n,. Bin in meinem eigenen Trugbild gefangen,. Und meine armen Augen erkennen kein Ziel..

The House Is Empty Now