1. TWILIGHT

You see? Now I depart.
Nothing will grieve my heart.
You see? At last! Ill have a rest
In a peaceful place, a small warm nest.

The black rider arrives.

You see? Im going down that track,
Ill leave, and never come back.
You see? At last! I quit.
My soul will finally feel whist.

The black rider smiles.

Reality is falling apart,
The world is fading away,
The knife cuts into my wrist,
And its done. I dont want to stay. She will have to pay

You see? Im not terrified
By flowing blood, or painful sigh.
Im calm now. I slowly descend
On the murky path, until the end.

The black rider takes her hand.

But whats this ? I feel no ease.
Whats this terror? Why doesnt it cease?
I dont want to feel pain, no, I dont.
Someone help me! Help! Im lost!

The black rider laughs.

No bells toll for a godforsaken soul.


2. MIRROR

Reflecting my face
This shimmering light
As a part of my room
Sheltered of the outside
Its the voice of silence
The Lord of time
As reality flashes
Through its shiny eyes
Seeing the beauty in it
As I did
From the far beyond
My gaze was enchanted

Beyond the Mirror
My perfect room looks back at me
Perfect, as I want it
In the Mirror
I admire myself
Every blissful moment
Lasts forever

Momentary foreboding
Is it the Mirror or my Mind?
Like the sands of time covering
The Glass or the scene of mine

Its been for ages
Grasping for air
And like the colors fade away
Years go by I cannot stay
Reality slaps me as horror
LO! I am beyond the Mirror!


3. CHILD

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4. SATAN´S LITANIES

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The side of the Mirror
My petrified room looks back at me
Petrified, I never wanted
In the Mirror
I trapped myself
Every aching moment
Lasts forever


3. CHILD

Escaping from torment and shame
Had to do thats the only way
Knowing that lifed
Be sacked by pain
This is the only ending
Which gives release

The dark abysss
Last moment, last breath

Dying I feel release
Falling like a star
On the way to abyss
I feel like giving life
I see the world engulfed in flame
I am cursed for
I am only to blame
I should kill this horrid newborn

The angel speaks:
You cant do that for the infant Id take.
Please, help, hes the child of evil!
Look at his face, hes innocent.
From his veins let him bleed!
Go away, he should be mine, indeed!
Dont you see, hes the evil reborn!
Shall be blessed, raised by the Host!

Years have passed without rest
Id die but time has left its path
Chaos, torment
What will it do to us?
How can he let destruction on Earth?
My tears of pain wont clean the dirt
What is the end?
God damn me!

Im back, I see the madness in your eye
Threw me away, denied me
In secret you longed for me.
Youre wrong and hopeless
Love feeds sin
Raised by angel
Sweet mother, I will kill!

You have choice!
I drink your blood, tear your flash, your pain gives bliss.
Open your soul to goodness!
All this to release you?
From his veins let him bleed!
Go away, he should be mine, indeed!
Dont you see, hes the evil reborn!
Shall be blessed, raised by the Host!


4. SATAN'S LITANIES

Aptest angel and the lovliest!
A God betrayed, to whom no anthems rise,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!
Prince of exiles, exiled Prince who, wronged,
Yet rises ever stronger from defeat,

Satan, take pity on my sore distress!

Omniscient ruler of the hidden realm,
Patient healer of all human pain,

Satan, take pity on my sore distress!

Who even to lepers and such outcast scum
By love inculcates all we know of bliss,

Satan, take pity on my sore distress!

Who gave to Death, your oldest paramour,
A child both lunatic and lovely—Hope!
Who grants the criminals last look if pride
That damns the crowd beneath the guillotine,
Who knows each cranny in the grudging earth
Where gems are hidden by a jealous God,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!
Whose eye can pierce the deepest arsenal
Where buried metals slumber in the dark,
Within whose mighty arm the sleepwalker
Avoids the rooftops yawning precipice,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!

Who magically rescues the old bones
Of drunkards trampled by the horses hooves,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!
Who to console our sufferings has taught
How readily shot and powder may be mixed,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!
Who sets your sign, in sly complicity,
Upon the rich mans unrelenting brow,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!

Who lights in womens greedy hearts and eyes
Worship of wounds, rapacity for rags,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!
The outlaws staff and the inventors lamp,
Confessor to the traitor, hanged mans priest,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!
Adoptive father to those an angry God
The Father drove from His earthly paradise,
Satan, take pity on my sore distress!

Satan be praised! Glory to you on High
Where once you reigned in Heaven, and in the
Pit where now you dream in taciturn defeat!
Grant that my soul, one day, beneath the Tree
Of Knowledge, meet you when above your brow
Its branches, like a second Temple, spread!