Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows piosenki

There is an old goat Knocking at my window-pane, Standing upright in a frock-coat, Somewhat earthcoloured and plain. He is staring down at me And the place where i have chosen to hide In my futile attempt to dissolve... - I discovered this cell as a child. T...

Comes the golden Light of the Dogday afternoon... waiting for the sacred Hour when he comes to my Room. He brings me Flowers beautiful, he's been doing that for Years, and photographic Memories, Trophies of his... Victories... ... Vouchers of Conquests, b...

Alles ist nur Illusion und von mir erschaffen, Doch ich vermag ihr nicht zu entflieh'n, Bin in meinem eigenen Trugbild gefangen, Und meine armen Augen erkennen kein Ziel. Die Antwort kann niemals im Aussen sein, Sie liegt stets im Innern, schläft tief in...

After the boy had taken a walk with his dear - deceased - Grandmother, his feet were somehow led to a small, ancient church, giving quite an imposing grandeur. Partially sunken in the morass of the marshland all foggy and chronically overcast...- the anc...

Where the exit-door leads in he scrutinises circling clockwise counting two out of the three slightly above the first degree "Has there been blood?" he asks politely as once a year we do explore with my head resting on the pillow gateways towards Plu...

Will I become like the old man from next door? Obsessed with fear of losing his mind, he soon couldn't take care of himself anymore. He had no friends or relatives to look after him, only once a week some male nurse dropped in. He was found in his bed,...

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley. T...

Do you feel - most people do - depressed, when you go to the lou? That's just because it reminds you of the love you've lost. Well, if you're fed up being sad, come, try a new approach instead: There's a fountain made of gold, a gift straight from the under...

The Virgin Queen Panda-ghost-face Oh, dear me I do still ponder on The old "first question" I ever raised Was by mistake, a "singular" one Handsome and straight I only detect the safety of denial The "masculinear", slap in the face There are some tear...

That little mountain raises (silently) while other dissolve into a plain time redefines itself (irrationally) and falls in sadness grain by grain... "Time heals all the wounds" The two-tongued echo seems to say but nothing, nothing changes still pain remains,...

When the old ghost of suicide creeps slowly back in to your mind then everything is bleak and blurred, down here in the short-sighted world. yet, this time i have to insist on the sharpness of the things i missed. this once so loyal friend he's not that...

When you love a man, Who can never love you back... ...Well, not the way thnat you'd want him to... Oh, what can you do? When your heart is true, You cannot even walk away... Some part of you will always stay No, you can never really part, Because he...

I wish that he and I at least once in a While had something small in common ...- a secret, if you like. But there's no common ground here, not a single thing we share, on the same Planet we live, but in two different Worlds. He clearly did not like me, t...

From very early in my life I trained myself not to enjoy Any of the vain things that might come, So I would not despair the day they're gone. I thought this clever strategy Would save me from the pain of loss, But the Beast has many faces, And by accid...