Dryadmother angelic queen Enhanced by thy mellow lily-scent She is weeping marble rain Still her childrens worldly bane Honeydwarves and steeds
Glanz der Äonen, dryadenhaft fern lodern die Türme des silbernen Herrn. Elfen und Feen, verzaubertes Quell, Sühnbild aus Marmor brennt
Years ago I saw a waveless ocean Far and great, beyond everything I knew Nights were glowing, the days too long For a young man's dreamland and his fancy
There are days I feel as tired as the oldest man An empty shadow in the park I am a raindrop swimming on the window pane It's always the same dull pain
Tell me how long I've been waiting for a wake-up call late in the evening Tell me where I've been so many times Close to the distance here in my sleeping
You can't hear me speak 'cause I am mute I hide too many things I need a place to hope I need your help to hope again You see a laughing boy This is
Your days are sleepy Worn out and pale Few clouds will disappear out of the blue You touch the window pane The rain feels dry Your fingers kiss my brow
Oh marvellous gale Did you ever feel lone When a fairy of gold Lost her evening tone We have journeyed through gardens To an old magic reign Where our
I shiver at the very thought That you could leave this quiet room Without a word of hope or a memory Has it always to end in this way? If I heard the
A wintry morning Only me alone Alone with unmourned thoughts They couldn't speak anymore A silent afternoon Far, I heard your voice And whispering snow
It won't be darker Everyone told me It won't be darker A flowery phrase Some friends are leaving They simply go to sleep And shaking darkness Slowly ripening
Shes standind here like carved in stone In silence veiled, her withered cheek A childhood queen without a throne My dreamless sleeping child Red
This world will end for a second And noises all disappear The sound of lonely raindrops I'll whisper away your fear ...and we fall, we fall through endless
As flaming knights we meet again Severe upon thy moonshine lane
Oh this burden I cant bear its weight anymore Oh this everlasting battle Ive grown tired and yearn for sleep Once more again I raise
Redemptive tunes turned out as spears Cathartic words became a sword Stones to smash the brother's head I said: "Your music is too weak to save a soul
In Sturmwehen sinnend Ein zitternder Geist Er sturzt mit endlosem Regen Nieder zur Erde Zerplatzt auf grauem Stein Rinnt durch Furchen In den Dreck der
Des Engels Flugelschlag In Daseinsnachten Ist nur ein Traum Den die Welt nicht halten kann Sehnsucht und Hoffnung Erloschen im Alltag Das zitternde Herz