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...?
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
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
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. Who
Old, senseless thoughts half frozen in loneliness, faster and faster we're spinning in circles; imprisoned in pain, floating without sound, the death
Mors voluntaria venerabilis es dea me suaviari cum labris frigorum tu obscurissima omnes deorum...
The living ... have a look at the living: Dancing blindly ... losing balance, Will you chose pain ... or will you prefer the penance; The penance. The
Over there that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain. Time redefines itself and falls in sadness, grain by grain ... "Time,
Tongue of silence, lick my lips, steal my thoughts, steal my pride. My soul lies offered as I'm waiting, intoxicate me when you step inside... Hold my
We know the secret reason, the reason for his parricide the silent and illusive try to stop the fleeting hand of time. A strategy, that will always be
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-
This is a sad day here in the world of shades but even pain has its own beauty even pain can perform a lovely face. Blinding stream, double-edged, in
"Schatten, Schatten komm' herbei, auf diesem Lager harrt ein Leib! Die Brust, die unstet Steigt und sinkt, der Atem neues Leid nur bringt...!" Ein Seufzen
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
Imhotep "...Armes, Dunkles Wolkenkind, hast Dich erneut in Sturm gehullt, im fadenschein'gen Pechgewand Dich selbst in ew'ger Nacht verbannt. Die undurchdringlich
Perhaps this is the saddest story, it is full of pain and hurt, because, of all the names and phrases of this mortal world, there is only one that I hate
Der kalte See liegt schweigend im Nebel und ewig wird er sein. Sie alle hat er bereits empfangen, und auch ich tauche bald in seine Fluten ein. Die Zeit
Saturn-Orion, Saturn-Orion into the night, we call Saturn-Orion beyond this darkness sense Jupiter arise travelling in silence we tranvce-form our minds