[Music by Tidemann/Eckhart/Bartsch-February 2001] [Poems by Bartsch/Meyer de Voltaire-February/March 2001] Kranke Begierden schampen als Tierwort durch
take it down a little bit before we start you meant to get the best and to borrow the rest carrying an omen to save your love and guest be honest to your
You know my friend I've been walking on a really strange path lately I'm so glad you were not there to see my fall, to see me passing on My wound so deep
Each blasphemy is another stone to the edifice of your glory I want to be the rock on which you'll build your church Am I the son you've been waiting
first day in an unknown place nothing to say just a seeing face checking names and codes longing to give an ode to fame I kept friends in my mind and
Wake up! They try to steal the man in your head make you kneel in front of icons They took the place which wasn't theirs enslave you with a power they
Nothing ever stops Everything starts again The end and the beginning Are eternal lovers Prisoners of or bodies From the cot to the grave Impotent puppets
In the darkness of an endless night At the dawn of eternal life In the coldness of a land without sun Our spirits dive in the world of silence Farther
I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night I've lost hope of loving a day of life The shades of night belong to me I am at one with hell Dead inside,
Low and high Slow motion We reason at the sound of a big band traveling In time Overwhelmed by all we've seen Wealthy, healthy Ready... Above As below
The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve And all becomes intermingled To flirt with the
Oh purificator fire, that burns in me Rekindle my courage, gife me your force Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death Storms, hurricanes, be at my side
To those whom I miss, And to those who would miss me Life is short, but long in the living Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future Seeking an
Here or there, above or below it's always the same force which prevails One must be unreal and surreal to rise above the fear of isolation one must accept
If eyes are the mirror of the soul You will find in mine the scorn and apathy You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book You will see yourself as I see
1. Era One 2. Universal Soul Underneath the world built by reason Lay the foundations of a different Perception Putting light on a brand new horizon
narration: Tired and submissive Lying down on the black altar She waits passive and anguished A frost silence glides into the assembly priest reflection
Pleasure in pain Disire of mortification To achieve the extreme To know the ultimate To be a slave for a moment The body offered up to cruelty To the
