ike a mask
for each situation another countenance
like cadaverous fire it overcasts my being

I can't see the course any longer
death is no expectation
truth is broken in mediocity
and in there repeatedly rituals

I got the crushing perception
of my own insignificance

The marmoraccon angel
offers me an occult smile
but I only see the mourning
and the dissociation in it's eyes

It's not the religion which delivers me
like a ship in the deep black sea
it's the animalistic abyss
A really flowing stream perverted desire

I could show my paradise
but you won't understand
I could snatch the blindess away from you
and you would perish with me



Wintermute
-------------------------------------------
Produced from the maelstrom of neglection
my nocturnal prayer died away
in the unreality of a never ending happiness
"My prayer...?"
"Died away in eternity!"

If there's live before death
it's not for me
who spreads his dark cold pinion
over the eternal silence
of a gnawed frosty winter landscape
"My prayer...?"
"Died away in eternity!"

The answer of the mystery
which is put into my hands
is the unholy property of a
longest forgotten insufficiency
which built on rusty pillars
indulges in senseuality to the
morbid repulsiveness of ruin
"and what moves there in the shadow?"
"It's your image!"
"Who calls there in the mirror?"
"It's your comprehension!"

Unrestlessness whispering appearences
shatter the frail ear
which escapes with the folly
of an unconcerned remonstration
up through black dirt into the light