Verlangen ist mein Wort. Endgultig meine Geberde. Verhermt is mein Blick. Gleichgultig meine Andacht. . Dennoch erhebt sich Sehnsucht. aus tiefen, dunklem Abgrund.
Durch die hehre Finsternis. des zukunftig Vergangenen. sehnt das Raunen sich nach Licht. nach einem Weg heraus. zwischen zweierlei Welten. . Verstummt ist die gleichgultig' Andacht.
(music by matton - september 92). (poems by bartsch - october 92). Desire's my saying. Final's my appearance. Care-worn's my glance. Apathetic's my devotion.
The banished sorrow. buried in aurora. causes lifeless emotion. in the flame of my faded heart. . If dead life immerses in dawn. and the shade of my schism.
Das verbannte Leid. begraben in der Leichenblsse. verursacht leblose Erregung. in der flamme meines welken Herzens. . Wenn totes Leben. am Ende der Nacht versinkt.
Skin absorption, mystical poison.. Vanished life, bequeathed.. . Knock on coffin, shallow burial.. Emerge enslaved, commands obeyed.. . Vision in the shroud, effect of curare..
Crawl on our knees through the gutter from an untimely demise. By remission of all sins, forsaking old and wise. . Violation of domain. . An area of conquest which only we have one.
Valhalla. Shields of gold. Valhalla. Great Warroirs hall. . Valhalla. Valhalla.
Hordes of disgust. Hungrs, hasty, roaming at night. Red eyes leering. Apparitions of the darkest kind. Heinous rodents. The past of the modern. agglomeration.
Time drips in passionate decay. Lost between eternities' scent. Sun burns brighter every day. Flaming fires like nails of torment. . [Chorus:]. No place to crawl - no space to fall.
Look at you, fastened by sheltering blanket.. Did you think I'd forget how sweet you taste,. nay my umbrageous heart still yearns for you,. and still to peruse your love is such a waste..
A wasteland grows inside my mind. As the moons sets before my eyes. My dreams are old and milleniums passed by. Torn - in a strong reality. Born - into the wrong century.
A wasteland grows inside my mind. As the moons sets before my eyes. My dreams are old and milleniums passed by. Torn - in a strong reality. Born - into the wrong century.
A wasteland grows inside my mind. As the moons sets before my eyes. My dreams are old and milleniums passed by. Torn - in a strong reality. Born - into the wrong century.