O gothic moon thy shine encharmest me tonight. Bereavest me of sleep, makest me wander under thy light.. Thou letst abloom my heart until the very last of thy ray,.
[Die Schwne im Schilf]. . Still, still war die Nacht,nur reget sich sacht - von. Dunste bedeckt,ein See tief im Walde,im Schilfe, dis Schwne,ihr. Wehklagen hallte....
Schn ist der Wald, wenn der Tag sich neigt,wenn Feiner. Nebel hoch vom moosgen Voden steigt.Und Vglein singen sacht zum Ruhgeleit -. dann mirs die Brust vor arger Schwere feit..
[Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehr]. . Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehrbringt Licht ins Heidemoor.Ganz oben,. einsam singt er - des Winters Totenchor.. . [Heimwrts].
"Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehr". Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehr,. bringt Licht ins Heidemoor.. Ganz oben, einsam singt er -. des Winters Totenchor..
Karges, dunkles Land.. Gänzlich still, weit, unbekannt.. Sollst so manch Legende schüren,. doch heut mir nur die Kutsche führen.. Durch wilde, kahle Klüfte -.
Welch gramvoll Pein. verwies mich meinen Pfaden,. als morgendunstge Schwaden,. noch ruhten im verschneiten Hain.. . In weit erstarrter Heide,. lang schwand die alte Leite,.
A bed of moss was granted,. she laid down with a sigh,. Embraced by the green blankets. she kissed the world goodbye.
Lifeless they fall apart. Golden as our precious art. My love sinks into a thick grey veil of mist. Trees, leafless trees, the epitaph of the sun. What once was green presents now grey and trist.
no worry tonight. it makes me feel alright. it's like im out of space woho. we call it the day. it's the 2nd of may. and i just save in grace woho. . and where i go go go.
if i wrote a book.... started a group,. and every time you heard my name. someone tried to control you,. and all the wealthy praised me as. they drew more blood for affluence,.
if i wrote a book.... started a group,. and every time you heard my name. someone tried to control you,. and all the wealthy praised me as. they drew more blood for affluence,.
sweet little voice that repeats what "they" say,. airy like an open landscape fertile for thoughts that have yet to grow.... so allow me to plant everything i know..
this is what you chose: to kill and be enclosed. sheltered by the news. because it's difficult to choose. so let us all decide what you should know,. and stay too busy to keep up with the truth. how about you ignore the world beyond our shores, and leave the rest to me so you won't feel guilty. see i'm a guy like you... easily confused... so i stick to my guns, and god tells me where to shoot... and angels guide the bombs straight to guilty homes, so when they hit a child, he was probably in the wrong. to you they look the same, one threat with different names, and as long as we're at war, i can count on your support..
... and for days afterward i held onto the feeling you'd given to me. ... and your face just remained like a flash in my eyes,. brighter than anything i'd seen..
Too unquestioning to see anything. find a way to run away from your own sight. always trusting in anyone who holds a. gun at anything that you hate, because you can't bear to relate..
Walk in the room... I'll try to agree, but expectations are suffocating.. what did you come to sell me? I have an aversion to hero stories.. . it's good to hear you're on top of it all... and everyone's crazy... but that's their own loss. I could yell, "solipsist!" and stop the show, but I gave up on you long ago..
Little princess, with no need for empathy when we will. Gather at your feet to give you anything you need, and feel privileged just to have you hang around so we can look you.