Der Anfang - Eisbrecher

Lacrimosa

Inferno

Der Kelch Des Lebens

Versagt im Wort

Im Traum zerflossen

Den Kelch des Lebens nur beruhrt

In einem Sog

Die Kehle mit dem Gift gefullt

Den Korper und das Fleisch zersetzt

Die Seele leer getrunken

Am Stamm der Sehnsucht wund gewetzt

Erhitzt — verbrannt

Zu heiss — vorbei

Sehnsucht

Ausgesetzt und abgeschoben

Den Samen in den Sumpf gepflanzt

Nunmehr da ich fuhle

Bin ich Mensch und will ich auch sprechen

Am Fuss der Berge will ich knien

Will das Meer mit Worten segnen

Welcher Wind hat mich gerufen

Welcher Clown hat mich ausgelacht

So brauche ich den Namen nicht

Werde nicht gerufen

Noch werde ich Antwort jemals horen

Es ist der Traum der mich gefuhrt

Und folgen werde ich bis in die Glut

Devoid of words

Dissolved in a dream

The goblet of life is only touched

In a wake

My throat filled with poison

My body and flesh disintegrated

My soul drunk empty

Wounded in the realms of yearning

Burned and scorched

Too hot — all past

Yearning

Abandoned and discarded

Seed painted in the mire

Now as I feel

I am a person and also wish to speak

I will knee at the foot of the mountain

Bless the sea with words

Which wind has called me

Which clown had derided me

I do not need the name

I will not call out

Neither will I ever hear the answer

The dream has led me

And I will follow it into the glowing fire…

Lacrimosa

inferno

The Chalice Of Life

Failed in word

Dissolved in a dream

Just touched the cup of life

In a suction

The throat filled with the poison

The body and flesh decomposed

The soul drunk empty

Wounded on the trunk of longing

Heated — burned

Too hot — over

Longing

Exposed and deported

Planted the seed in the swamp

Now that I feel

Am I human and do I also want to speak

I want to kneel at the foot of the mountains

Wants to bless the sea with words

What wind has called me

Which clown laughed at me

So I don't need the name

Don't get called

Nor will I ever hear an answer

It is the dream that led me

And I will follow into the embers

Devoid of words

Dissolved in a dream

The goblet of life is only touched

In a wake

My throat filled with poison

My body and flesh disintegrated

My soul drunk empty

Wounded in the realms of yearning

Burned and scorched

Too hot — all past

yearning

Abandoned and discarded

Seed painted in the mire

Now as I feel

I am a person and also wish to speak

I will kneel at the foot of the mountain

Bless the sea with words

Which wind has called me

Which clown had derided me

I do not need the name

I will not call out

Neither will I ever hear the answer

The dream has led me

And I will follow it into the glowing fire…