As we march through the cities of conquered lands A feeling of power Takes over our minds When we see the enemies' fate Upon our hands So difficult to
Oblivion Fill the goblet again! For I never before Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart: my heart to its core Let us drink! Who would not? Since
Death in midsummer There is true beauty in all that dies Nothing lasts forever...I know Dreams, hopes, life itself Slipping through my fingers Slipping
All who still remain Are leaving their shelter One by one The King leads his court The sun seeks it's own reflection On their clothes that shine like
Perversity, lust, decadence Mankind's prior frustration My mind hardly can comprehend Mating the sole destination This decline of romanticism I do regret
I created light, the earth and the sea But who is that fragile creature That dares to challenge me? This paradise I made was perfect by all means All
tone For she deceived many a lady Who all have danced The Dance Of Death Danse Danse Danse Macabre Danse Danse Danse Macabre Danse Danse Danse Macabre Danse
Blood red skies like a messenger of doom Skeletons on parade in villages on fire Divine maidens suffering from the plague Apocalypse my friend put these
As in Homer's Iliad causing Paris' spleen The fall of mighty Troy caused by ingenious scheme Approaching people applying a similar strategy The notorious
Like a forgotten paradise As if refused by father time My land can be found Under a clouded grey sky Walking the eternal landscapes As painted by our
We promised to make a difference, you and I Both still young, feeling smart Now in the light of this shaded lamp I can almost see your smile Dreamt of
Did you know which way we went? Fast ways and many burning hills I cannot tell you which way we went That's where I've lost you Realise it now But
Down by the well There I shall meet Thee An orchid in your hair The well near the olive tree And our sole place to meet Alas only brief Our patriarchs
Where faith has failed Men's mind has travelled Throughout of space His wings might fly No borders for human's restless desires Since science killed
spirit travelled The Highlands The North Sea taught me humbleness My mind got drunk by the beauty of France In Bretagne and Ireland a Celtic dance My
Decline of Romantiticism Where will be the border? And who will draw your line? In your life there is no order You just lost track of time This is your
If solitude follows grief This heart of mine a wilderness Splendid memories indeed hardly a relief What comfort offers a last caress? What comfort offers
sigils Out beneath the open night A wanderer lies weeping In some unspoken sadness While her dream is oversleeping Demand the dreams macabre The danse macabre