1. DESPERATE SOLILOQZUY OF A DYING ONE

Here, on the dim and stony
ground of my darkest dreams
that enmesh me in grotesquery ...
Here, on this uneven back of
a dormant deity called reflection,
I lie and fall asleep.
An opaque mass of voices descents
on me and pale fingers of fear
grope for my face.
Invisible walls approach,
a claustrophobic bliss,
but likewise strangling anxiety.
Geometric patterns swirl in
the omnipresent nothingness.
Reflection!
A mighty deity of old awakes,
I presume.
I slumber, I rest,
I am dying in this ...
... Gallery of Darkness


2. SEA OF SILENCE

Drowning inside these walls of cold.
Draining strength from the dying soul.
In black rivers and silent seas
I thought to let my power increase.
I am lost within my mind.
Inhuman ways of life.
So dark is my inner depth.
I am held by the silent sea.
I´m at my wit´s end.
Tacit words I am told.
Gates of fear are opening.
Sea of Silence -
bringer of seed
increases in my heart.
The darkness it breeds
is cloaked by tranquillity.
Coldness warps my dying soul.
Incarcerated in shadows of deep.
Embraced by darkness eternally


3. FORLORN (PART I)

I stand here,
watching the mistcovered landscapes.
Lonely, forever more.
The sun is arising on the bloodred horizon.
My anguished cry echos inside myself.
Caressed by cold winds,
I stare at a thousand visions of time,
now passed.
From darkest clouds I do hear,
a mass of whispering voices,
and they´re narrating
of unseen sceneries.
Their voices enmesh my heart.
It´s so romantic - but I can´t reach.
"Mourning! With sad eyes I look up to the sky.
The gates are open.
Mourning! A beautiful dirge fills up my soul.
I am forever forlorn"


4. I AM THE SLEEPING FOREST

In woods that sigh my name,
pale leaves on my sleeping cheek,
I groan for a god
whom I could thank fo some light,
in dreaming nights.
Burning candles, they are my sun,
fallen angel with darkened eyes,
crawling trees, dying Christ,
my voyage does last long.
Weeping eyes, please, be strong.
Bleeding bodies, desire.
Spelling lord, admire.
As I faded away in these woods
that still sigh my name,
leaves were floating towards the ground while I faded away, slightly.
Me, drowning in an endless ocean of wisdom.


5. FORLORN (PART II)

The strings that hold me here are slowly losing the grip.
The flames of immense grief
burn deep inside of me.

Slowly I vanish in the mist.
Trembling in the darkness
that keeps away the light
from my sad eyes.

The strings that hold me here are slowly loosing the grip.
The flames of immense grief
burn deep inside of me.

Now I am drifting away with the winds
towards eternity.
Will I remain?


6. GALLERY OF DARKNESS

This swirling veil of majestic impressions
smashed down his tired body.
Oh, frightening creature,
solitude, crawling in the filth, bagging for mercy,
this man was dying.
Father moon´s tears sprinkled on his blind eyes,
he crawled to the vast mountains.
Whispering voices, gnarled trees, ancient stones.
Ravens arising from forgotten ruins scared his withering mind.
Oh, fleeing creature,
in moonlit nights you talked to the calm pont,
asking reflections in the gloomy waters for salvation.
Your blind, grey eyes gazed at the dreamy
scarlet eclipse, desiring to escape.
Oh, weeping creature,
secuced by caressing echos,
this sleeping pont has died in elder times.
Oh, dying creature,
glistening candlelight
sank into the murmuring waters,
wolfs were howling, roses were withering, reflections flowed away.
"Mourning! With sad eyes, I look up to the sky.
The gates are open.
Mourning! A beautiful dirge fills up my soul.

I am forever forlorn.