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tote mich jedesmal aufs Neue, ~
Travel on Breath ~ ~
Falling into different Flesh ~ ~ Birth - Fiendish Figuration ~ Exposed with hands as empty as the opposite space, crawlingly we move ... to where the final station lies. To whom is the debt that we are forced to pay ? Real faces dare to appear only when we turn away... Truth reveals itself...- Reveal yourself !!! A face ordained... -two hypocrites, we know the masks, the(ir) artificial smiles. "Mind's black eyes should break the lies". Distorted picture are all transparent to us; phantasmagoria... -such a useful weapon. Ineffectual against us: enemies with the knowledge of truth. Truth makes me sick, what a retched play ! Paralysed by flesh and bones. Condemned to vegetate, condemned to stay alone. Helplessly we are escaping, we are clinging to...- stranded at the shores of the infamed side. Our distress in perfection..., trials and tribulations. Prefering our pain, we'll stay and die... ~ Tanz der Grausamkeit ~ Tongue of silence, lick my lips, steal my thoughts, steal my pride! My souls lies offered as I'm waiting, intoxicate me, when you step inside...! Hold my hands, my hands are trembling, your charming beauty takes my breath. Fragrant perfumes veil my senses, hold my hands, sweet tormentress...! Out of darkness we all came from, flight from darkness is in vain. I'm the banquet, I'm delicious, into darkness we'll fall back again... Meister des Mordes, nimm meine
Augen, ~
Im Garten des Nichts ~ Wage nicht mich zu beruhren, dies ist der Garten des Nichts! Hier kannst du niemanden tauschen, niemand belugen, Dein Herz ist aus Glas hier im Garten des nichts. Hier bist Du wertlos, nichts als Fleisch...- Fleisch fur die Bestie(n) im Garten des Nichts. Deine Schreie verhallen hier ungehort, und Deine Hoffnung(en)... -von eigener Hand zerstort. Im Garten des Nichts... "Ein geheimes Licht schläft in der Finsternis, offne Deine Augen, erkenne wer du bist! Brenne und werde zu Licht!" I close my eyes and breathe the light within myself... -it has been there all the time. How blind I had been, I just couldn't see..., I've searched the outside for the answer... -it was me. Steig' hinab in die Hölle, damit Du erkennst, woher Du kommst, damit Du erkennst, wohin Du gehorst. Fahle den Schmerz, fuhle den Hass, fuhle die Qual, die Einsamkeit! "Erhebe Dein böses Auge! Du bist Dein böses Auge, und wohin du auch schaust, stets erblickst du Dich selbst! Offne Deine Augen!!! Nicht Fleisch bist Du. Steige hinab in das Fleisch... -doch nicht Fleisch bist Du! Nicht Dunkelheit bist Du... -darum falle! Falle hinab in die Dunkelheit ... und traume! Aber hüte Dich vor dem Schlaf..., dem ewigen Schlaf ! "Ein geheines Licht schlaft in der Finsternis, öffne Deine Augen, erkenne wer du bist! Brenne und werde zu Licht!" - "Reich' mir die Hand, denn ich bin das Band, die Brücke, der Bogen zwischen Unten und Oben!" - Brenne und werde zu Licht...! ~ Penance & Pain ~ "Living... -have a look at the living! Dancing blindly, losing balance...- will you chose pain, or will you prefer 'the penance?? The living and the undead...- penance & pain. Light and dark, two paths ahead...- death to rebirth ... or life undead. Life on one side..., the undead on the other side -the darkest side. I don't belong to 'your' side anymore, I am one of the undead...- damned and forgotten. ~
Time stands still... ~ That little mountain rises, while others dissolve into a plain. Time re-defines itself and falls in sadness grain by grain... "Time heals all the wounds", the two-tongued echos seem to say. But nothing, nothing changes..., the pain remains, won't pass away. I went weak as I grew old, and time itself has made me slow and as I close my eyes in sadness a thousand seasons come and go... Mighty enough to cover all and also cruel enough to reveal, but the wounds and scars I carry neither force nor kiss can heal. No, time heals nothing, nothing, nothing...- spitefully turns away and laughs. Leaves you half-broken and in defiance is only added another scar... Call it 'blind' how I am writhing, counting hours, centuries...- the pain it grows and glows in tides, unable to vanish, unwilling to cease... No, time heals nothing, nothing, nothing...- pushes 'till we're diving into different flesh. Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing in the coldness on the inner flames... Time's fingers claw, I am losing hold, there is no hope for me on earth. Time either still or maybe rushing...- in any case it will turn out worse. Time is fleeting, time stands still, it stops for no-one and we're trapped within. And though I may dream of the light, iI am falling back (in)to the left-hand side... "How I wish that I was dead and rest in final peace...- but even the luxury of death can't cure the wounds time cannot heal" ~ Holy water Moonlight ~ Undead and still suffering,
always suffering.
Wooden stake impales my heart,
driven through this ancient heart.
Holy Water, heal my wounds...!
Everything has changed its side...
The tear of the Devil shed a light upon my heart,
but unfaithful sneeking eyes betrayed my soul
befouled the dark...
The night is sweet, never deceptive or of treachery...-
the cruel light in the wake of the dawn is my true enemy.
("I have seen my fall... - end of it all...")
Holy Water, shed a light upon my life!
Holy Water, everything has changed its side!
Your silver rays brought me back to life,
gifted me, gave me new sight...-
Holy Moonlight...
~ Beautiful Thorn ~ Ivy kissed the shadows as morning lust for dew, (s)he with lips of sweetest pain lies in wait for you. With the dawn (s)he went away before mist veiled the earth, nothing reaimed, except the wounds...- the only gift of her. "For themselves they should despair when our graves lie in silence, but we're not there. When there are voices close to your ear, but no reflection haunts the mirror..." With the dawn we went away before mist veiled the earth, nothing remained except the wounds...- the only gift of me and her... ~
Dark Delight(s) ~ Hands folded in a prayer, a rorary embedded inbetween...- tonight I'll join you in your sleep. I'll bring you back to life this night, it's meant for the flesh at least...- I'll join you in your sleep. Come up, I hear your voice! This is not me...- I am not aware of what I'm doing. I'll shiver at the recollection, when I'll awake with soil on my hands... I know they will find you, fallen to sleep again between the mounds and crosses... - Tomorrow night it will be just the same, it will be just the same... ~ Baptisma ~ Shivering with awe and delight. "Here is my throat", I said as I bowed my head in silence to him. Behold my white flesh shining in the velvet darkness...- take me now and I will be yours forever! There I stood bare and willing, as the blood -my blood- was streaming down this naked body...- my naked body. Gushing out of the wounds, enfeebled I was sinking to the floor. "Cold", I thought, "so cold ... the stones, but colder ... I'll be ... soon!" (...still not enough...) "This is the moment, my beautiful, beloved one...- the time has come to send a farewell to the sun, to cross the threshold and leave all these mortal dregs behind! You shall be flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood... Let me take what you have to give, let me take and you shall receive... Feel the beat of dead heart, feel the beat of my heart... -and drink... as I have done. Drink, my beautiful, beloved one!" A new flower in the ancient bouquet, another rose in the garden of darkness that will never see the day, that will never see the day... ~
Birth - Fiendish Figuration ~ Exposed with hands as empty as the opposite space, crawlingly we move ... to where the final station lies. To whom is the debt that we are forced to pay ? Real faces dare to appear only when we turn away... Truth reveals itself...- Reveal yourself !!! A face ordained... -two hypocrites, we know the masks, the(ir) artificial smiles. "Mind's black eyes should break the lies". Distorted picture are all transparent to us; phantasmagoria... -such a useful weapon. Ineffectual against us: enemies with the knowledge of truth. Truth makes me sick, what a retched play ! Paralysed by flesh and bones. Condemned to vegetate, condemned to stay alone. Helplessly we are escaping, we are clinging to...- stranded at the shores of the infamed side. Our distress in perfection..., trials and tribulations. Prefering our pain, we'll stay and die... |
