Album: Melancholia Of A Dying World

Prelude \ Melancholia

...open your ears, close your eyes, tell me what you see...
when the dead paint with white hands
a laughing silence on the wall
the sleeper whispers still
unfold nymphic hands
mother silent sings goodnight
peacefully the child smiles
with so true eyes
in the brothel laughter dwells
poison running through my veins
my fever glowing eyes
death's hand reaching out for me
senseless cries
heartbeats like distant thunder
feelings darker than black
at fallow light in cellars
Sighs life denied
Forest laying in decay
Shadows surround him like hedges
Meanwhile the river silent shivers
The deer comes out of their hiding places
Into the darkness of death
Decaying lips sucking red breasts
Dark plan seems without measures
Village scattered marsh and pound
Something seems to be a fire
A golden gloom on the street
Blue shades oh dark eyes
Looking for me on their way
Sounds softly accompany the autumn
In the gardens untied in brown steeps
Into the darkness of death
Decaying lips sucking red breasts