Like a dream, or a memory that floats in this vault, waiting for the moment it shall be recalled by some visitor, maybe, who is seeking release from a
: Perhaps this is the saddest story, it is full of pain and hurt, because, of all the names and phrases of this mortal world, there is only one that
: Oh Saturn, come ... devour me, save in your Darkness I long to sleep. I'll make my heart a sword of steel, I will not doubt, will never feel. All petrified
: Gestern zahlt' ich noch keine Sieben, doch heut' bin ich schon tausend Jahr', und scheint mein Leib auch gleich geblieben, ist meine Seel' dem Tod
: May I kiss you wound? Maybe that will heal my soul. Free me from this tomb, light my darkness, make me whole! Let me take your hand, and together we
: Over there that little mountain rises, while some others dissolve into a plain. Time redefines itself and falls in sadness grain by grain ... "Time
from her, only this can guarantee, that she will not rise again, because when she does, she is always following me. There's just no alternative, I cannot escape from
muscle relaxes, without warning the hidden child comes to the surface. From the deepest darkness, some unnameable place, of the tower inverted, forms
of fear . Refuge for unspoken longing(s), we are not quite ready for this world; in silent slumber of a darker safety...- into my mother's womb I want
Built brick by brick and fear by fear...- Oh, everything's inverted here. These walls have eyes, these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the
: [text by Edgar Allan Poe] Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.