1. Arising From Neverland

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2. Death Kingdom

I'm awake. I see the coffin cover.
I'm alive.
I remember the pangs of dying.
It's not in my dreams.
Without effort Like a cobweb,
I draw apart the rotten shroud.

So bright the winter's light
At the entrance of the crypt
It's not a vision I see the show.

I'm screaming "help!"
but the crypt is without the door
It's time to go home. I run.
The showdrifts. The naked branches
Of the dead forest is keeping silence.

No footprints. No voices.
Like in a death kingdom.

There is no path the show is untouched
The village is sleeping.
My house is destroyed.
On the hill I recognize the church
In the cloudless expanse it stands.

No birds. No flies.
I understand – the earth is dead.
I'm looking around everywhere's
the show veit.

Why has the grave
given me back to live?
Where in space is the time lost?
Where must I go? Come back, death.
Hurry up to take the last life's burden.

And you the frozen corps
Of earth, fly
Carry my mortal remains to the eternity.

3. Sun Of The Sleepless

Full moon. I can not sleep
I'm getting restless.
Mooncharm. I obey.
I hear a voice.
Calling me into the night
Into the soft and fluttering night.
It's my way I obey.
I am on the moonroad.

I'm walking around the secret
Path to the kingdom.
Of eternal rest and peace,
Where time is loosing is strength.
And its flow will be slower
Where in the moonlight
The fantastic animals will start
Their enigmatic dances.

Where on the glade the gray
Sorcerers are preparing
The beverage of love
With the mysterious grass.
Where only once in a time
The fem flower is bursting
With the red flash lighting
In the midnight silence.

To lie in the grass to sit on a hill
To go to the endless expanse of the wood
Where life is free in a carefree silence
With no eyes being fixed on you,
Where spirit is speaking the common language
With the nature
To lie in the grass to sit on a hill
To go to the endless expanse of the wood

The sun of the sleepless
The mournful star
Your humid beam will go
To us in there
Within its light the night
Is getting magic.
You are the memory
Of happiness that is gone.

4. Prophecy

I tell you truly
The age of the wolf's blizzard
The age of the axe & sword
Will come.
The time of white cold
And white light
The time of madness and scorn
Will come.

The prophecy will come true
Hearken to the sign.
The prophecy will come true
We'll die!

The time of the end
Will come.
Our world turned into the dark
Will die.
But in some future age
Under a new sun
The world will revive
With shining.

The world will arise
From the sowed grain
That will not just sprout
But flare up in glory.
The world will arise
From the older blood
In the future sunrise
Of the newborn star.

The prophecy will come true
The sign that will be
At the beginning the earth
Will bleed.

5. Bats In The Belfry

In my brain the spade is digging
The grave to bury someone.
The people are
walking and the sound
Of the footsteps are outgrowing me.
The drum is beating
for the repose
And the darkness is buzzing in time
Its getting stronger & I imagine
That I'm going out of my mind.

I open the door to my mind.

And now the space has
begun to ring its bells
The whole sky is
converted into sound
And all living things are all ears
And suddenly I am with silence
eye to eye.

Bats in the belfry
The cracked mind.
Bats in the belfry
I'm going mad.

6. Yellow Dust Castle

You think you've found
The bygone happiness & love
In the dead of night.
And you going to the castle
Of your dreams,
That in the depth of mirror you have seen.

The indiffrernt stars
Through time and space
Are lighting up
The road to the dreamland,
To the world of rituals
Of unknown gods,
Who are living
In your cracked mind.
No break away from the net,
Woven by the darkness,
No way to leave the castle of reviving dreams
A call from the abyss is robbing you of sleep.
And the potion of mysterious grass
From the island of foggy clouds
Will carry off you to the land
Of passed dreams. Where the unreal
Fortune & illusory peace will
Hide the real world behind the wall.
The crazy visions flying high
The fuss of life is gone.
In there all souls are humble
Slaves of yellow smoke.
The souls are empty. There's only pain.
It's all in vain.
This world is only dust:
The castle of yellow dream.
There's no way to the past,
You have no strength to live.
The souls are empty. There's only pain.
It's all in vain.

7. Ancient Wisdoms

He who knows the ways of beasts & birds
Who can distinguish themby song & cry
Who knows the bright quicksilver life in streams
The courses that the stars take through the sky.

May never laid hands to books
Yet he is sharing wisdom with infinity...

He who works with sensitive deft hands
And any woodcraft will absorb the pain,
The sunlight and the starlight & the dew
That entered in the making of its grain.

He who finds companionship in rock's
And comfort in the touch of vine & leaf
Who climbs a hill for joy, and shouts the song.
Who loves the feel of wind will know no grief
No loneliness that ever grows too great
For he will never be quite desolate...

He shares who is companioned long with these
All ancient wisdoms & philosophies

8. Gladiator

Again the crowd's roar
Predicts the death like the howl of hell
You're on the arena now
It is the augury of your fate.

And you have only to pray to God
That he should give you strength to win.
You have to kill to save your life
Your enemy is reading in your eyes – to kill!

Cast aside your pity and fright
Forget the pain of opened wounds.
Stand firm on your feet
It's what the Rome's crowd wants.

It is no easy to slay
Your enemy because he is strong
Like an infuriated lion
For in the fight he lost his fear.

He too only to pray to God
That he should give you strength to win.
Like you have to kill to save your life
You too can read in his eyes – to kill!