"We are the essence of the world beyond perception, Force is the outcome of our arms ordained by the unaware, Blood is the liquid between dreams and
My mind lies weak And quietness speaks of sound As captive in a creek Of wordlessness. As though a silent hurt Is trembling In screaming riot's roar
Lucemus ad terram pridem tempos aeternos. Der Flammenengel: "Erhebt euch, Sklaven des Lichts, Lodert auf in Zerstorung! Erbebt in Salven des Scheins
Far beyond the mists in sky, The all embracing round, Must lie safe from a goddess frown An unknown land where loss and sigh Fill every heart and mound
When all time ends Your soul I send Beginnings end On deathbed's hands When ends begin When your heart weeps And hide the truths Its golden bud What
For this very moment I free my pain, Images of blisses, Woebegone. You will have to show me My inner despite, You will have to lead me inside. For
This is where I cry my silent longing for your grace, For the paralysing motion that your moods evoke in me. All your wonders live inside me, Fill my
Blackened lies in ashes arms The broken grace of rites; Through glowing mist the death appears And shows some withered soul the way. Dunkelheit lastet
Der Welten Glanz scheint ungetrubt In meinen Augen wieder. Fragen stiegen, Wissen sank Von hohen Hauptern nieder, Seit das Leben mich berief. Der Sterne
