It's all over
Now I'm sober
Stop your trying
End thy crying
Get down from the sky
You don't deserve to fly
Break away from that kiss
For you don't know to miss
Your love is like fire
Freezing everyone's desire
Yet this is all that you can
While for the soul not one damn
Get down from the sky
You don't deserve to fly
Break away from that kiss
For you don't know to miss
Yet things are not how should they be
You were not here for an eternity
But your eyes still beautifully shine
Giving life to the love of mine
Get down from the sky
You don't deserve to fly
Break away from that kiss
For you, my dear
Don't know to miss
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Desolate Cities
Broken buildings and bodies
Destroyed streets and sewers
Shadows are now enriching them,
Places of disaster...
Yesterday, they were full
Of love,
Of lust,
Of laughter,
There were so many people,
All with their own thoughts
With their own stories
Yet together they were all
Large groups everywhere to be seen
Having fun,
Sharing their conscience,
Their minds, their souls
Then someone came to ask them
"Dear people, you are so happy,
How do you do that?"
Their answer was sudden
In monotone voices:
"I listen to my friends
I take care of them
And my life
Follows my need for fun
My need for love...
Having fun with lovers and friends
While all apart are less important
Just boring, necessary things
So I am really living my life!"
Understood this immediatly he had
Yet he put another question
Asking each and everyone
"Who are you?"
They did not have any time to answer
For in that moment
The city began to fall
Each and everyone of them
Became a raging demon
Storming through both life and matter
Broken buildings and bodies
Destroyed streets and sewers
Only shadows are now
To enrich them,
Places of disaster
Still one man was left alive
And now he's whispering between his tears
"I am the soul of my dear love"
While the angry gods on him descended.
Destroyed streets and sewers
Shadows are now enriching them,
Places of disaster...
Yesterday, they were full
Of love,
Of lust,
Of laughter,
There were so many people,
All with their own thoughts
With their own stories
Yet together they were all
Large groups everywhere to be seen
Having fun,
Sharing their conscience,
Their minds, their souls
Then someone came to ask them
"Dear people, you are so happy,
How do you do that?"
Their answer was sudden
In monotone voices:
"I listen to my friends
I take care of them
And my life
Follows my need for fun
My need for love...
Having fun with lovers and friends
While all apart are less important
Just boring, necessary things
So I am really living my life!"
Understood this immediatly he had
Yet he put another question
Asking each and everyone
"Who are you?"
They did not have any time to answer
For in that moment
The city began to fall
Each and everyone of them
Became a raging demon
Storming through both life and matter
Broken buildings and bodies
Destroyed streets and sewers
Only shadows are now
To enrich them,
Places of disaster
Still one man was left alive
And now he's whispering between his tears
"I am the soul of my dear love"
While the angry gods on him descended.
Inside You
At the end of existance
You are, at last...
In front of you
The white walls of nothingness
Surrounding the council of your sins
Seven thrones are there to be seen
Occupied by six crushing figures
Leaving the central one empty
While all are poiting towards you
As you enter the gates
Your hands are grapsed
By a crying black angel
And a smiling, full of ligt, one
In front of the thrones you now stay
Down on your knees
And so says the weeping darkness:
"I love you!"
You then see yourself
In your sweet wedding dress
The sky is full of faces
Shouting: "You will be happy"
But three of the thrones
Explode in thunder voices:
"No!"
Then the laughing light
Tells with a gentle voice:
"I love you!"
There you are naked
The faces cry in desire
One thing arising from them:
"Pleasure is yours"
But the other three thrones
Burn while yelling:
"No!"
Both angels are now gone
Along with six thrones
Along with the faces
Yet someone is there
Appeared on the last throne
Gazing directly in your eyes
And coming to take both your hands
Whispering:
"I love you!"
How do you then see yourself?
How do you then see yourself, my dear?
For that one who was waiting for you
At the end of existance
Is very well here,
Inside of you
You are, at last...
In front of you
The white walls of nothingness
Surrounding the council of your sins
Seven thrones are there to be seen
Occupied by six crushing figures
Leaving the central one empty
While all are poiting towards you
As you enter the gates
Your hands are grapsed
By a crying black angel
And a smiling, full of ligt, one
In front of the thrones you now stay
Down on your knees
And so says the weeping darkness:
"I love you!"
You then see yourself
In your sweet wedding dress
The sky is full of faces
Shouting: "You will be happy"
But three of the thrones
Explode in thunder voices:
"No!"
Then the laughing light
Tells with a gentle voice:
"I love you!"
There you are naked
The faces cry in desire
One thing arising from them:
"Pleasure is yours"
But the other three thrones
Burn while yelling:
"No!"
Both angels are now gone
Along with six thrones
Along with the faces
Yet someone is there
Appeared on the last throne
Gazing directly in your eyes
And coming to take both your hands
Whispering:
"I love you!"
How do you then see yourself?
How do you then see yourself, my dear?
For that one who was waiting for you
At the end of existance
Is very well here,
Inside of you
Monday, April 16, 2007
Passion Leader
Tell me who you are...
Tell me what you are...
Who are you?
Who are you?
Emperor of might
Prince of desire
Full of servants of thy pleasure
Yet nothing but a slave
I come to crush your trone
I come to cut your mantle
I come to drive you mad
To hasten the chains around your neck
Where is your kingdom now?
Your fame, your power
Are all crying in my bloodened hand
Now your know you're nothing
Emperor of might
Prince of desire
Full of servants at your pleasure
Yet nothing but a slave
In the deepest dungeon
You shall die in misery
Awaiting to tell
To my dear darkness
Who you really are...
Tell me what you are...
Who are you?
Who are you?
Emperor of might
Prince of desire
Full of servants of thy pleasure
Yet nothing but a slave
I come to crush your trone
I come to cut your mantle
I come to drive you mad
To hasten the chains around your neck
Where is your kingdom now?
Your fame, your power
Are all crying in my bloodened hand
Now your know you're nothing
Emperor of might
Prince of desire
Full of servants at your pleasure
Yet nothing but a slave
In the deepest dungeon
You shall die in misery
Awaiting to tell
To my dear darkness
Who you really are...