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Ein Brief zum Lebenswohl
08:17
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An großem Tische sinkt er darnieder,
draußen die Welt im Schlafe ruht
Schon zu lang hat es gedauert,
fließend entlädt sich seine Wut
Einem Leichentuch gleich senkt sich
Dunkel auf das Haupt
Zitternd Hand führt noch die Feder,
deren Glieder kläglich taub
Worte wandern spielerisch,
ohne Reue auf Papier
Hoffnungslos und arg zertrümmert
stand er gegenüber ihr
Er schmeckt Asche in seinem Mund,
Qualm in die Gedanken dringt
Die Lungen drängen sich in Rauch,
während der Dachstuhl Feuer fängt
Er umwickelt nun die Worte,
zurrt sie fest mit einem Band,
schleudert sie so ewig weiter
an den fernen Weltenrand
Welcher Keil schlug diese Wunden,
dunkle Tage warn‘ ihm fremd.
Nun steht er alleinig da,
wo das Feuer Haut verbrennt
Schmerzen fühlt er keine mehr,
das was ihn ans' Leben band.
Nichts tut weh,
nur ein Gedanke,
als er in ihren Augen Liebe fand
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2. |
Ancient Enemy
04:32
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After years of wandering
rejected by the family,
I'm finally going home.
In the dead of night,
the deeply cut gorge
is the last obstacle.
Alone and abandoned,
I have to make my way
through fog and undergrowth.
The attack is unexpected.
Sneaky and cowardly,
He rushes at me from an ambush.
Pereundum tibi erit
Non moriar, sed vivam
Both fighters are equal.
Nobody evades.
The wrestling match lasts until dawn.
As the day breaks
my opponent begs to be let go.
thus he was defeated.
It was God himself
who led this cowardly blow;
I put him to flight,
Forever!
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Of grief
04:48
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Life slips through our fingers
A (sorrowful) remembrance of the past
A sorrowful vision of tomorrow
All is doomed and lost
The world we see
Only shows different shades of grey
People around are only puppets
The smell of the city
Is the putrid smell of despair
Our grief leads us slowly to the end
The end of grief & despair
The end of life
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..and dispair
07:41
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Prophecies are smashed
Ghosts born in an evil flesh
There’s anger in the air
Smell of fear & despair
The scapegoats die tonight
Eyes so scared & wide
Shattered dreams of innocence
There’s blood on all our hands
In the corner of an eye
You walk behind the light
Mother of the mist
We’re waiting for your deadly kiss
Prophecies are smashed
Ghosts born in an evil flesh
The night will turn again
We’ll die in the red rain
Oh – father you shall
Be ready for the fall
There’s coming a new king
Dressed in dead angels wings
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Leave the heart that doesn’t beat anymore.
I’ve got a dark past
And a murderous memory.
And a destructive conciousness.
What I’m thinking about,
Is what I do.
This Heart – it shakes through my throat.
It’s not yours.
It pumps my blood through your veins.
I take it back – Mirror yourself.
I don’t feel any commitment anymore,
That it is possible to have
This little respect for each other.
My hands are hurting
From scratching the shit from your mouth.
This Heart – it shakes through my throat.
It’s not yours.
It pumps my blood through your veins.
I take it back – Mirror yourself.
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There was a time in this world
When we could walk proudly
And hold our heads high.
We had our own rites and customs
And our own beliefs.
But then vassalage began
And we were subjugated by Christianity.
They although killed women and children,
Just because they insisted on their freedom.
They stopped at nothing.
In doing so, they preached charity
And one should not kill or steal.
But what did they do?
They killed anyone who didn’t get on their side.
They stole our land and our independence.
Now after hundreds of years,
Most have come to terms with it
And accept this oppression.
No pride and no honor.
Where are those glorious days of yore?
Do not be oppressed any longer!
Fight against this Christian slavery!
Together we are stronger!
We bring back the golden age!
The fight begins!
Now!
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7. |
Herbst des Lebens
04:20
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Nebelschwaden, Wolkenberge,
Jahr um Jahr dasselbe Spiel
Kälte schleicht in alte Knochen,
das Schicksal neigt sich seinem Ziel
Hatt‘ niemals Angst vor großer Stille,
in mir gefangen ohne Sinn
Regungslos und klamm benommen,
schwind‘ ich in die Zeit dahin
Die Vogelnester längst verlassen,
allein der Abendhimmel glüht
Wissend blick‘ ich auf die Felder,
wo das Leben längst verblüht
Und mir zu Füßen erden ruht nun
bunter Blüten schwache Welt
Ringend erlieg‘ ich diesen Tagen,
wo der Blätterregen fällt
Die Gedanken streifen weiter,
grau der Momente voller Glück
An das Scheitern meines Wirkens
sinne ich mich nun zurück
Doch die Gewalt des Lebenszyklus
reißt mich unerbittlich fort
Dereinst wird mein Licht erstrahlen,
erneut an fernem, fremden Ort
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