كلمات Gedanken

Rise The madness of a big city where in the evening near Walls stare crippeled trees Ghost of the bad Wearing a silver mask with magnetic scourge Thrust aside my death in stary night Twillight comes again But silenbtly in a dark cave Ceased mankind would bleed Awful laughter of gold Head from heart Whore who brings forth a dead child The gods build rage in icy rain Raging lashing the brows Before the end comes Plague purple on the possessed Green eyes the hunger breaking Sunken in sober sin Ringing of the passing bell Your laughter in the dark Snow rins through the shirt frozen cold Blood rins from the eyes Purple over the black face Flute of light Mournful and weird I stand Hallowing a sleeping child Bloodstained revenge Now strike me pain The wound glows This pain I cannot stand As from the cut dwells a star to the night Strike me death I`m done