A hundred suns, born to kill
it is madness, a sun created by man-
once again a perverse irony of life
earth creates - man destroys

love and hatred
we are the butchers of the earth
a hundred suns will be born-
millions of lives will fall

the first lightening,

moonlight - a glance of the moon into my
blurred eyes - the darkness gives way
to the beauty of the evening light and
in a faint moment in this sheer
endless time of despair and thought
everything seems right - but it ain't
and my soul drowns in self-pity
it's so damn

I feel breathe, live alone with my love,
I gave it to you, I should have known,
reality will never be a dream!
in my dreams I walk around,
in the darkness of my ashes,
always following your light,
I feel no fear, cause your fire gives me safety
my fire burns deep and

I turn inside of myself - look back into my past -
into nothing - the best time in life - barely present
I wish I could go back - tell that nice little boy
to be stronger - to be brave - bu I can't
he had his chance
I burn - scream - I despair on these thoughts of
the pas

When time decides.
The circle made from love and trust breaks.
The chain breaks. An emptieness reveals.
Memories start to swallow me.
Searching the unknown of frustration from being into nothing.
Freedom. Way stars. My aim.
The joy of existhing.
What remained of waiti

Steam rises through immovable freezing air, Sun fell down to the horizon yet. Dark infinite forests captured by winter greyness, Dark lying down slowly among trees, Silence rules, silence which pr

Steam rises through immovable freezing air,
Sun fell down to the horizon yet.
Dark infinite forests captured by winter greyness,
Dark lying down slowly among trees,
Silence rules, silence which precedes the storm, though.
In the centre of the wheel of time
In the ve

blizzards reign the fires by
the pod - their cold heat set ablaze my
burning soul - embodiment at least
a fear rises - the storm clams the choires
forever - maybe even death
the birds move forward and try to escape
always following life
my fire - an ice desert - I bur

the image of the world I live in
born into to fall into oblivion
is the huge arena of illusion & deceit
nothing's real
not a thing curtain call & the show starts,
commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing
lape of redemption - clowns
the masters of d

Stand up you´ve got to manage, I wont sympathize anymore.
And if you complain once more, you meet an army of me.
You´re all right, there´s nothing wrong, self sufficiency please!
And get to work.
And if you complain once more, you meet an army of me.
You´re all right, there´s

My time comes
When the night does
genius with his head in clouds
eccentric hunk
obscure weirdo
introverted visionary
Hemp's smouldering over the candle flame
Dark thoughts fill up the room
The bliss of the sensation
Fragments of time make up
A mosaic of th

Autumn has returned along with rooks
rain is cleasing the air of the dust from the roads
clouds of steam are slinking in the hills
and bringing dreams of ages past
a pack of dogs are playing with children
Horses are running along plaints
it s peaceful and quiet

oh dark night, in silence broken ban,
shackles of fear, I lie there, flat and merely
the valley lies deep, staggering in the past, shadows
hide danger and feed me in the coldness,
I don't see myself,
don't look at me,
you would burn
as my house lies empty and
I fl

War booty, armour forged by the hands of a craftsman
Harvest and noble presents, trading with loot.
Fragrance and stench everywhere
Abundance of everything you may desire

Heroes from the north-east, sturdy Vikings cunning
Slavs, dogged Saxons, juggler Celts and wild Arabs a

deeply hidden in the deepest wood
black is the night
the owls are singing between the worlds
the circle closes, the cycle of fire opens it's doors
the guard between the shadows searches for fear-
(to broken souls he reaches out his hand and leads the
way into the night)

I suck from the cup of old age
Accompanied by my girlfriend Darkness
Hidden by night I am hunting the invisible
Through the eye of beast of prey I look at the beginning.
My spirit is as old as time itself
And it likes to wander among stars
Falls through freezing uni

Arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold
why do I not escape
arms are weak, my feet are stiff & cold
I'm the scourage of my self made walls

Shadows of the past thrown on me
and broke my walls,
all the time that has passed,

However the pain is not less-

I'm the night you walk into
As if you were the full moon
You're the ray of hope cutting through
The crepulcular depths of my wild heart
You're the sunlit aurora
And I'm a snow-covered plain
You glide through like a ghost
I'm astonished by your limpid purity
The mo

Sore days of emptiness
There's no end to the winter
Twilight carries through
Despair reigns over your heart
You don't know where to start
Frustration eats deeps into you
Prospects of a better future are a cynical utopia
As if everything's been lost
Its just a ques

what urge me to do right?
the emptiness - the conciousness of living in
the void of the feral muting against the vacant - cold
void - the incensed endeavour to
rescing the fact of vacuty to be doomed
neverthless - my imagination - just symbols or
repressed desires? - visi