..og nr mrket kaller gr jeg atter inn. jeg lukker porten bak meg, porten til mitt sinn. jeg stenger verden ute, alene i min ensomhet. jeg legger hodet p min pute, trene faller, en etter en.
(Music by Bartsch - January 1997. Poems by Bartsch/Matton - December 1996). Bekloppto Beknakkto, Seven Infernal Hellfirewinds of Flautz. und seine drei Blasphemica Stirnglatzo of Keinerollespielska.
I offered you my world to have, my kingdom to explore. I gave you warmth and shelter against the ragings snow. My dark love was rejected, too bad you could not see.
Faith has a good side still everyone. She ever loved they all turned bad. Constance his own way of breathing. And you know you couldn't will him to survive.
Godspeed your souls return. Deep from these waters. Straight to the angels arms. Beyond the sea. . How sweet the days gone by. How sharp the corners. How blue the canvas sky.
Es ist die Welt, sie zu vergessen. blanke Rede, mein Ermessen. Sieh dich um und siebe Knochen. reiss' sie raus in nur acht Wochen. . Will sie sieben, nichts geblieben.
Want to keep your dream alive?. Can I keep it with mine?. But I'm no good for you. I suppose when you get a cold idea. You still hold me close at night.
Music: Krbl/Svee/Malmin/Hirsch March '94. Lyrics: Hirsch November '93. I will see hope as a loved one you seek. I will see ice made of tears on your cheek.
(Beth Nielsen Chapman/Annie Roboff). . I had it tough when I was just a little kid. It didn't matter what I thought it didn't matter what I did. . I felt the doubt for what I lacked right from the start.
I know the stars that shine on me. Are brighter than you or I could ever be. I know there's an answer to your question. But I don't know that I could word it right.
Ich frass den dunklen Gral. konnt' ihn nicht lnger leiden. zieh' Kreise in den Saal. mcht' nie mehr Hippe sein. . Fuchs Du hast das Gift gestohl'n. gib es nun dem Phariser.
You look so disbelieving. At my suitcase by the door. My taxi's on it's way. I can't take it anymore. Lately you've forgotten. What loving me's about.
Music: Sandberg/III November '95. Lyrics: Hirsch November '95. Pray for darkness, pray for the world below. Pray for winter, pray for forever snow. Pray for the sun never to rise above the hills in the horizon far away,.
It was the sound of the city that was making me blue. I kept hearing it and I'd think of you. Wherever you go and whatever you do I'll be with you. I'll be with you.
Once so mighty I was aeons ago. I would make thunder roar and lava flow. Times do pass, moments do wither and fade. Man do forget the memories of my glorious days.
The sound of my heart is ancient and true. And it sings like a thousand bells. For sorrow and grace, for my love of you. The feathers, the bones and the shells.
(Music by Bartsch/Matton - January 1997. Poems by Bartsch - December 1996). Gerade jetzt wo ich den Docht anstoe. Befindet sich Architeuthis princeps.
Faithful heart, what more can one life ask?. One hand to hold along life's path. Share with me this vow. And for all time. Our souls will be entwined.
Sorgens sorte slr har senket seg over skogen. Nattens eventyr skal fortelles nok en gang. Skapninger som timer fr skte ly for solen. titter frem fra fjellsprekker i glede over nattens sang.
Running down a central reservation in last night's red dress. And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath. Stepping through brilliant shades, all the color you bring.