Album: other songs

Rapture

Divers asleep
Dream of the deep
Closing over their heads
Lost comrades gather by their beds
"Her voice in the drowned bells
was tolling
In rapture we died
Waves o´er us rolling"

Pilots beware
the perilous air
Streaming under your wings
Her voice in the hot sun is calling
In rapture you die
Flying and falling

Lovers who lie
beneath the night sky
neither speak nor hear
in the perfect stillness
She is near
Her voice in the heart´s blood comes roaring
In rapture they die
Diving and soaring