Artificial Heart

It's a second hand story no one wants to hear. And it's wet with blood, salted with tears. It's black and white and red all over. Happens all the time.

Reprise

Hanging down from the ceiling ... the old pendulum now rests,. Time stands still ... - like iron - ... in the house of the dead.. Our fragile souls lie weeping, sealed in sleep and balls of lead,.

April Fool

Quittin' after one more last one. Tired of playin' the clown. If I want your opinion, I'll ask you. I can get myself down. . Night drivin' without headlight.

Rã©sumã©...

Over there that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain.. Time redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by grain .... "Time, my dear, heals all the wounds", the two-tongues echoes seem to say..

Another World, Another Day

Folks tell jokes in clouds of smoke. Making sure life won't decay. Fancy flags fly in your face. Fall polluting in my space. Pounds of sounds from shotgun rounds.

Penance & Pain

The living ... have a look at the living:. Dancing blindly ... losing balance,. Will you chose pain ... or will you prefer the penance;. The penance..

All The King's Friends

The papers read that the king is dead. The people said, what we need instead is to be on our own. But people, they do the strangest things. You never know what they might do when they are left alone.

Only The Dead In The Mist

Old, senseless thoughts half frozen in loneliness,. faster and faster we're spinning in circles;. imprisoned in pain, floating without sound,. the death in the mist aimlessly wandering around..

Ain't That Tough

A sweet scent of discontent rising in the air. You don't get old you just get passive and then you stand and stare. Hey nobody's keeping you from stopping.

On Satur(n)days We Used To Sleep

On Satur(n)days we used to sleep all motionless and still ...-While shrouded in an oppressive gloom we're handed over to the dream. A sleep so dark, this "Moon by Day", of powers strange and weird, through mystic veils her silver rays are glowing carefully. Wov en of dewdrops and magical light, this gown that we' re wearing here is but a cloth of mist and we used to call it "Breath of the Other Sphere"....

99%

I don't own you but I know you're mine. Never disown you, never treat you unkind. Once in a while you get on my nerves. Once in a while you get what you deserve.

Omen Sinistrum

Kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh,. walk in the garden of the night.. Hold the carcass, sweetest lie,. bury the body you chose to deny.. Shed a tear, suspended in fear... -.

Not Dead But Dying

Take my hand in the old 'Theatre Of Seven Hells',. a ferry that bowed its wings,. we call Her: 'Moon by Day'.. Life - a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears..

No-one Is There

Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentences ... No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say ....

Modela Est

Modela est specie pulchra est.. Libenter hadie domum meam mecum eam auferam.. Frigidam videtur auram tenere,. neminem sibi patiens accedere,. sed ante camera demonstrat artem suam..

Memories Are Haunted Places

Exposed with hands as empty. as the opposite space,. crawling we move. to where the final station lies,. to whom is the debt. that we are forced to pay...?.

Memalon

Who is the old man, who fills. my heart with greatest pain. yet his name remains unheard?. I look at you and true tears shake. my eternal Saturnworld..

May I Kiss Your Wound?

May I kiss your wound,. maybe that will heal. my soul. Free me from. this tomb, light my darkness. make me (whole). let me take your hand. and together we shall fly.

Little Velveteen Knight

Infants like phantoms, denied and suspected, their existence discovered always when least expected. Prepared for the day, the knight, he just cannot keep the perfect mask in its place, when he is falling asleep. Faces slacken in slum ber, each rigid muscle relaxes, without warning the hidden child comes to the surface. From the deepest darkness, some unnameable place, of the tower inverted, forms a different face; climbing upwards with effort, to see through the eyes. ..- windows to the soul -now shut- are starring inside. And while the outside beholder sees the face of a child, this fearful and helpless infant turns to a wild beast inside: becomes the architect of the most terrible dreams and puts a crue l fears of death into our hero's sleep....

Lament / Totenklage