1. Omen Sinistrum

Kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh,
walk in the garden of the night.
Hold the carcass, sweetest lie,
bury the body you chose to deny.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear... -
every soul is starving here.


2. Dead Souls

Hidden behind merciful shadows, beyond the cruel daylight,
living to hunt and kill, we are the... damned children of the night.
Dragging our immune existence through thousands of centuries
and from dusk to dawn we suffer from our immortality.

Hosts contaminate our tombs and crosses burn our skin,
you can kill us a thousand times, but we're the ones,
who will always remain ... - In Pain ... In Pain:
"I'm the resurrection-man, who steals his own corpse
and abducts himself to the beloved catacombs and vaults".

Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days.

After the dead Lover's kiss you fall into a dream,
but with your second birth you're a prince in our mournful realm.
By day, when a million suns are killing with their shine,
the cold, dark crypts are saving me ... and mine.
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days ...


3. Stake Of My Soul

Would your bare your neck ... to the walking dead ...
Secretly, at least, within the safety of your head?
Tell me, isn't it nice - every once in a while -
Being the centre of attention of a loving,
Handsome ... Parasite,
Answering your call, the invitation of the scar,
For being wanted - accepted - for the way you feel you are ?!


4. Beautiful Thorn

Ivy kissed the shadows,
As mo(u)rning lusts for dew,
She with lips of sweetest pain,
Lies in wait for you.
With the dawn she went away,
Before mist veiled the earth,
Nothing remained - except for the wounds -
The only gift of her.

"Oh, for themselves they should despair,
When our graves lie in silence, but we're not there.
When there are voices close to your ear,
But no reflection is haunting the mirror."
With the dawn we fade away,
Before mist veils the earth,
Nothing remains, except for the wounds ... -
The only gift of him, me ... or her.


4. Beautiful Thorn

Ivy kissed the shadows,
As mo(u)rning lusts for dew,
She with lips of sweetest pain,
Lies in wait for you.
With the dawn she went away,
Before mist veiled the earth,
Nothing remained - except for the wounds -
The only gift of her.

"Oh, for themselves they should despair,
When our graves lie in silence, but we're not there.
When there are voices close to your ear,
But no reflection is haunting the mirror."
With the dawn we fade away,
Before mist veils the earth,
Nothing remains, except for the wounds ... -
The only gift of him, me ... or her.


5. Baptisma

Shivering with ... awe ... and delight:
"Here is my throat", he said,
As he bowed his head ... in silence ... to him.
Behold his white flesh ... shining in the velvet of darkness.
Take him now, and he will be yours ... -
Can't you see, how he longs to be yours ... forever ... and a day.

...silently the river flows ...

"Meister des Mordes, nimm meine Augen,
An diesem Ort kann ich nicht sein.
Strecke mich nieder, zerschlage mein Haupt,
Meister des Mordes, schenke mir den Tod!"

There he stood, bare and willing,
As the blood ... his blood ... was streaming
Down his naked body ... this naked body.
Gushing out of the wounds, enfeebled he was sinking to the floor.
Gushing out of the wounds, enfeebled he was sinking to the floor.
"Cold" , he thought, "so cold the stones,
But I'll be colder soon!"
Still not enough ... still not enough.
"This is the moment, my beautiful, beloved one,
The time has come to send your farewell to the sun,
To cross the threshold and leave ... all these mortal dregs behind.
You shall be flesh of my flesh ... and blood of my blood.
Flesh of my flesh ... and blood of my blood.
Let me take what you have to give,
Let me take ... and you shall receive.
Feel the beat of my dead heart,
Feel the beat of my heart ... and drink, as I have done ... -
Drink, my beautiful, beloved one!"

A new flower in the ancient bouquet,
Another rose in the garden of darkness,
That will never see the day ... -
That will never, never see the day.

"...Tränen sind Perlen, Juwelen der Sterbenden ..."


6. The Feast Of Blood

Today they've found another one,
Lifeless on the cold subway-floor.
His face was turned to his back ... -
The same way the other died before.
Drain the mortals to their last convulsion
and veil the ancient cause,
Let off ... of them ... and see them tumble,
Let off and enjoy their fall!

The Feast of Blood ... -
Sweet nourishment, provided with a sob!

This mortal nectar, that warms from the inside,
This very special sort of wine.
So delicious, let it flow ... devour ... oh, so divine.
Alas, this feast shall never end,
Until in hell we all descent ...


7. Sopor Fratrem Mortis Est

"... kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh, enter the garden of the night.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear ... - Every soul is starving here ..."

The silence of the graves is not silent at all:
Millions of the dead are crying in their graves,
But no-one can hear them ... no-one ever hears ...
No-one can hear them ... Except for the dead themselves.

We can't die, no we can't die,
It doesn't even matter if we try.
We fear/hate the living, we shun the light,
Our beloved tombs keep us sheltered inside.
Sleep ... sleep is the brother of death,
So lie down beside this skeleton in the coldness of the grave,
Let the embrace of his dead arms keep you all save and sound.
Buried in slumber ... silently ... Forever beneath the ground.

Stalk "The night", if that's your wish,
With your foolish garlic-chain and crucifix,
Yet, if you find our graves, we won't be there,
There are thousands of places left for our despair.

And every night it's the same again:
"The feast of Blood is about to begin !"
We are wretched ... pathetic ... the flickering souls,
But staging our pain is all part of the whole.
And when all lights are fading, leaving but a fleeting glow,
Then, after far too many years, it's time for us to go.

"Kiss the corpse - the blessed sigh - walk in the garden of the night.
Shed a tear, suspended in fear ... - Cause every soul is starving here.
Hold the carcass, sweetest lie, bury the body you chose to deny,
Shed a tear, suspended in fear ... - Every soul is starving here."


8. The Dreadful Mirror

White as snow lie my lover's bones
in the soft, velvet soil of the vault,
And I, his bride, sleep by his side,
To celebrate our sacred love.
At times it seems that I'm existing only
within some fading memory,
But dreams are all sacred, dreams are all holy ... -
And, by far, still the safest place for my poor soul to be.

Do not speak of the terrible place
that guided your war-horse and your living stake !
We are dancing in circles with the dear living dead,
We are blessed with the corpses that coil 'round our necks.
Please, don't speak of that terrible place,
That once guided your war-horse and your living stake !

We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead,
Feeling blessed with the corpses that feed on our necks.

I caught a glimpse of myself on the other sphere
and for a fleeting moment I forgot the tears.
Dreams are precious ... and - OH - so is sleep,
This, my safest, yet ... by far ... the most fragile of all retreats.

Do not speak of the terrible place
that guided your war-horse and your living stake !
We are dancing in circles with the dear living dead.
We are blessed with the corpses that coil 'round our necks.

Please, don't speak of that terrible place
that once guided your war-horse and your living stake !
We are taking a walk with our dear walking dead,
Feeling blessed with the corpses that feed on our necks ...


9. Reprise

Hanging down from the ceiling ... the old pendulum now rests,
Time stands still ... - like iron - ... in the house of the dead.
Our fragile souls lie weeping, sealed in sleep and balls of lead,
All flowers here are dust, but we can still recall their scent.

In filth, decay and disrelish the leg-less man lay kneeling,
Weeping petrified, out of his mind ... - half buried, yet still breathing.
His lips are soft like powder and so cold ... colder than snow;
Mingled with the dust he fell, all paralysed by flesh and bone.

"Forgive us, please, for we're long fallen",
Shivering carcass shuns the light,
Ancient bodies' fallen heaven, a dark star in a fallen sky.
"Flow my tears !" , the angel said,
He forced a smile than bowed his head,
How much he wished that he could die ... -
Tore his old wings off with a sigh.


10. Birth - Fiendish Figuration

Exposed with hands as empty, as the opposite space,
Crawlingly we move to where the final station lies.
To whom is the debt that we are forced to pay,
Real faces dare to appear only, when we turn away.
Truth reveals itself ... - reveal yourself !
A face ordained to serve the hypocrites,
We know the masks, the artificial smiles ... -
Mind's black eyes should break the lies.
Distorted pictures are all trans/parent to us,
Phantasmagoria, such a useful weapon;
Ineffectual against us ... -
Enemies with the knowledge of truth.
Truth makes me sick ... - what a wretched play.

Paralysed by flesh and bone ... -
Condemned to vegetate,
Condemned to stay alone.
Helplessly we are escaping, we're clinging to ... -
Stranded at the shores ... oh, beloved infamous side.
Our distress in perfection, trials and tribulations ... -
Preferring our pain, we'll stay and die.


11. Penance & Pain

The living ... have a look at the living:
Dancing blindly ... losing balance,
Will you chose pain ... or will you prefer the penance;
The penance.
The living ... have a look at the living:
Dancing blindly ... losing balance,
Will you chose pain ... or will you prefer the penance;
The penance.
The living and the undead,
The living and the undead.
A ballet of the living and the living dead:
Penance, penance & Pain;
Penance & Pain.
The living ... have a look at the living:
Dancing blindly ... losing balance,
Will you chose pain ... or will you prefer the penance;
The Penance.
Light and dark, two paths ahead,
Death to rebirth ... - or life undead;
Life undead.
One for the living,
One for the undead ... -
The undead, the undead, the undead.
Light and dark, two paths ahead,
Death to rebirth ... - or life undead;
Life undead.
One for the living, for the living,
Only for the living;
One for the undead, for the undead.
Life on one side,
Undeath on the other side ... - the darkest side:
"I don't belong to your side anymore.
I'm one of the undead",
This is what the pale boy said.


12. Holy Water Moonlight

Undead ... and still suffering,
Always suffering.
Wooden stake, come, impale my heart ... -
Driven through this ancient heart !
Holy water, heal my wounds ... -
Everything has now changed sides;
Walking through the garden of the darkest night.

The tear of the devil shed a light upon my heart,
But unfaithful, sneaking eyes betrayed my soul ... -
Befouled the dark.
Our night is sweet, never deceptive or of treachery ... -
The cruel light in the wake of the dawn is my true enemy.
I fear my own fall ... -
The end of everything and all.

Holy water, shed a light upon my life.
Holy water, everything has now changed sides.
Your silver rays brought me back to life,
Gifted me, gave me new sight ... -
Holy water moonlight.


13. Infant

Would your bare your neck ... to the walking dead ...
Secretly, at least, within the safety of your head?
Tell me, isn't it nice - every once in a while -
Being the centre of attention of a loving,
Handsome ... Parasite,
Answering your call, the invitation of the scar,
For being wanted - accepted - for the way you feel you are ?!


14. Über Den Fluss

He woke up, as his flesh fell off ... slice by slice,
Floating high up in the air, more than ten-thousand miles.
He said, he was crucified underneath a baneful sky,
Had nails through feet and hands,
Yes, also nails in his eyes.
In defiance of all living things he hang there ... upside down,
His poor, vicious face almost touching the ground.
He knows well where he's been,
Don't let him in !!!

He claimed twelve-thousand crucifixes transformed
into distorted sombre trees,
Blood ran down their scarred trunks,
Gushed slowly dripping out of the leaves.
The offering gathered in a chalice, all golden,
Held by the dirty hands of a black-bearded man,
His face sheer spitefulness.
He knows well where he's been;
So, don't let him, don't let him in ...
Don't let him in !!!


15. Dark Delight

Hands folded in a prayer,
A rosary embedded in-between ... -
Tonight I'll join you in your sleep.

(... sleep brings no joy to me ...)

I'll bring you back to life this night,
It's meant for the flesh at least ... -
I'll join you in your sleep.

(... sleep brings no joy to me ...)

Come up, I hear your voice ... - this is not me,
I'm not aware of what I'm doing.
I'll shiver at the recollection,
When I'll awake with the soil ... on my hands.
I know, they will find you ... fallen asleep again,
Between the mounds and crosses.
Tomorrow night it will be just the same ... -
It will be just the same.

(... sleep brings no joy to me ...)