Drowning in my gloomy shadow
Through streets of endless emptiness
A spiral staircase breaking up in darkness
While thoughts are fluttering like moths
I'm breathing thunderclouds
And nameless time contends with snails
A common grave of melting yearnings
Waiting for release twilight of the gods
In these dreams death is a rose
And a thorn pointed like truth
Cuts longing vains like a dagger
In these dreams death is a rose
In night like fading angels
Definite despair is born
And no shooting star falls from heaven
So we stand alone like before
We wade through swamps of expectation
And step by step we're sinking deeper
Storm-lashed crying in damp winds
These words die away in hollow skulls
In nights like fading angels
This misty vail is born
A rose-tree grows between the eyes
The bloom smiles bloody red
It will be a day in June
And a thorn pointed like truth
Cuts longing vains like a dagger
And a shooting star falls from heaven
