Immune to life... I'll always die In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie Life is Death - postponed
Bedeviled Paradise... web of all sin Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed
Hell is paved with Paradise Lovelorn serenades into my heart I swallow Life pervades my scary eyes Bedeviled, thee, whom I won't be whom I antagonize
Scarlet lips of indecency In search for a splintered tongue Sharpened words of intimacy They'll need (all) my love
Scarlet lips of perversity Matching each face unmasked Words lose intensity Whithin our vacuum world
Sapience Pierce my flesh with your thorns of irony Life decays and twists her wings and her gleaming breasts will rot like foul flesh, hence worms will dance to a macabre romance ... the rape of "darling" in my eyes
Decrepitude Pierce my tongue with your womanliness Searching for another fetid romance Scratching suicidal love on life's putrid skin I am the godless son, thus I am sin
Immune to live, I'll always die In the palms of heaven, soon death will come Again with his reaping scythe behind Bedeviled, thee, whom I refuse to be
2. Estrangement
In the night of my final sacrifice I sent my soul Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word A word, that indicates the beyond. It came back later and spoke: "I am myself heaven and hell!"
Sculptured in time as another chapter of life Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me For too long I knew that I had to arrive Yet destination isn't as linear as humanity
Touch the feeling - touch the soul Touch the morning dew and see the glamour In my stark eyes reflecting The icon of a setting in a serene summer
So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness Their subtile perfume and their indifference So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness Deepened in eternal sleep, where nothing breeds weakness
But who dares to tread the silent meadows That lie beyond the mirror of one's self? Who dares to reach the fanthoms of one's heart To behold the murderer of life and art?
And what is death? What gives birth? What sells good or has no worth, when everything you feel is cold?
Why am I? Who's this hand? Whose decisions I can't comprehend... But isn't history foretold?
There's a tide..in the affairs of men Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to fortune But all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and miseries...
Oh, didn't light prove the dark? Didn't distress prove life, With it's seasons all hallowed?
But if you desire to see the light... As it truly is, clear and bright You must move - back into the shadows
"There's as much difference between me and myself As between me and the vassals of time But, however, life continues it's sculptures Like poetry without rime..."
We both exist and do know that we exist and Rejoice in this existence and this knowledge...
3. In Umbra Timpului
Deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there fearing Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... But the silence was unbroken And the stillness gave no token And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word: "Veritas" This the dark whispered And an echo murmured back the word Merely this and nothing more!
Fools and faith conspire Questions of desire That they never owned before Kings without their armour Men without their honour We all slip into oblivion
Monuments of distant knowledge and remains Stare undying from this end into the life They are the dark inside the night The ghosts of which the poets write And the dreams that night's embrace That slowly leave without a trace...
Eu te slavesc nocturna, cu bolta innoptarii O, doamna a tacerii, O, vas al intristarii
Vreau sa m-agat detine, spre cer navala dind cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!
O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare Si scutura-te-odata de-alest lut pamintesc!
Oh, the scarlet skies drown the cold sun Onto the funeral cries of the dying eve And there's a foreign shade in mine It's the time's greedy scythe!
Eu te slavesc nocturna, cu bolta innoptarii O, doamna a tacerii, O, vas al intristarii
Vreau sa m-agat detine, spre cer navala dind cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!
4. Wretchedness
Cry with my tears Cry with my pain Still in the cold Neverending rain
With one of your kisses My words you'd freeze From one of your kisses My bleeding would cease
Shed all my tears The flood devours all The earth, us, rushing... A shy, whispered call
Death becomes angels Who won't turn away Defying all my yearing And my body of clay
Cry with my crying You end up like (a) mole Death loves the angels Retired into my soul
As I'm drained and welken My last wish I sigh Let me be, darling Tears in your eye.
5. Dusk Of An Infinite Shade
Streifen von schwarzen Schleiern bedecken langsam die Sonne Oh Mond meines Lebens, verhulle dich mit Schatten...
Nahere dich mir, oh Stern, Sei grausam, Sei duster...
Meine einzige Konigin, Mein ganzes Wesen verehrt dich, Jede Faser meines Ich Streckt sich dir entgegen
(Dunkle Schatten begraben sich tief in der Nacht)
Trummer! Wir sind ein Blut, feierlich jede Nacht Doch das Fleisch ist kalt, Durchbohrt von deinem Schatten Alles, was du mir schenkst, macht mich trunken Seien es Schmerzen oder endloser Traum!
Versklavt von deinem Blick Trinke ich aus dem Zauber Deiner Augen Wahrend du mich bis zum Blut streichelst, Mit rabenahnlichen Krallen
In deinem Bett, Abgrund des Vergnugens Verschwindet jeder qualende Gedanke Dein Mund; eine nicht austrocknende Quelle, Verstromend ein Gift, das langsam verbrennt...
Verbrennend meine Seele, meine Essenz In den Flammen, die du, Wesen der Finsternis, In meinem Herzen heraufbeschworen hast!
Doch du scheinst den Zenit von meinen Augen zu entfernen Die zu den schwarzen Unendlichkeiten ausgestreckt sind Und jedes Mal, wenn der Mond verschwindet Wenn die Nacht zu gehen scheint... Und Schatten langsam verbrennen
Halte ich gierig meine Konigin in den Armen Wie ein Sterbender, der leidenschaftlich sein Grab liebkost
(Viele Schatten habe sich tief in dieser Nacht begraben)
Blood began to clog Still in the rain, Some things can't be remembered And some are harder to forget...
