Falling through the darkness
Coming close to destiny...
All you people are hypocrites,
all your stories the same...
Evening air tickles against the back of her neck.
In the face of the wind...
Her room is filling with water
and she never learned to swim...
Catch me in the waves of darkness,
search for me in the depths of shadows...
I am a red flame
I am the raging fire...
The angel burns…
Her petal-white skin...
The sorrow of these puppets...
All confined in wooden cadavers...
Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...
Blessed be the dew
on this cold graveyard ground...
Andrea and Jims title toss
Club challege...
Velvet sky lines lace mountain tops
My body lays broken among death...