When leaves have fallen and skies turned into grey
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell
On cold wings, she’s coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you’ll be longing, nightingale
Come on, just feel it
Don’t you see it?
You better believe
When she embraces your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you are all alone
And when she whispers your blood shall run cold
You better hide before she finds you
Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
The ruins of our world
Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
The ruins of our world
She covers the earth with a breathtaking cloak
The sun awakes and melts it away
The world now opens its eyes and sees
The dawning of a new day
On cold wings she’s coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you’ll be longing, nightingale
Come on, just feel it
Don’t you see it?
You better believe
Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
The ruins of our world
Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven’t you seen?
Haven’t you seen?
The ruins of our world
[Chorus: Maria Franz]
Min warb naseu
Wilr made thaim
I bormotha hauni
Hu war (hu war)
Hu war opkam har a hit lot
Got nafiskr orf
Auim suimade
Foki afa galande
Hu war (hu war)
Hu war opkam har a hit lot
[Chorus: All]
Min warb naseu
Wilr made thaim
I bormotha hauni
Hu war (hu war)
Hu war opkam har a hit lot
Got nafiskr orf
Auim suimade
Foki afa galande
Hu war (hu war)
Hu war opkam har a hit lot
[Bridge: Christopher Juul and Kai-Uwe Faust ]
What am I supposed to do
If I want to talk about peace and understanding
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand that the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand the language of the sword
I let the blade do the talking
So my tongue shall become iron
And my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger’s arrow shall strike
All action for the good of all
I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun
The sword is soft
In the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit
And wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest
In the morass of the red rain
Beloved brother enemy
I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
Coexistence, Conflict, combat
Devastation, regeneration, transformation
That is the best I can do for you
I see a grey gloom on the horizon
That promises a powerful sun to rise
To melt away all moons
It will make the old fires of purification (of purification)
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
[Chorus: All]
Min warb naseu
Wilr made thaim
I bormotha hauni
Hu war (hu war)
Hu war opkam har a hit lot
Got nafiskr orf
Auim suimade
Foki afa galande
Hu war (hu war)
Hu war opkam har a hit lot
[Chorus: All]
Min warb naseu
Wilr made thaim
I bormotha hauni
Hu war (hu war)
Hu war opkam har a hit lot
Got nafiskr orf
Auim suimade
Foki afa galande
Hu war (hu war)
Hu war opkam har a hit lot
Omnis mundi creatura
Quasi liber et pictura
Nobis est, et speculum.
Omnis mundi creatura
Quasi liber et pictura
Nobis est, et speculum.
Nostrae vitae, nostrae mortis
Nostri status, nostrae sortis
Fidele signaculum
Nostrum statum pingit rosa
Nostri status decens glosa
Nostrae vitae lectio;
Quae dum primum mane floret,
Defloratus flos effloret
Vespertino senio.
Nostrae vitae, nostrae mortis
Nostri status, nostrae sortis
Fidele signaculum
Cuius vita Cuius esse
Poena labor et necesse
Vitam morte claudre.
Sic mors vitam, risum luctus
Umbra diem, portum fluctus,
Mane claudit vespere
In nos primum dat insultum
Poena mortis gerens vultum
Labor mortis histio
Nos ptoponit in laborem
Nos assumit in dolorum
Mortis est conclusio
Nostrae vitae, nostrae mortis,
Nostri status, nostrae sortis
Fidele signaculum.
Nostrae vitae, nostrae mortis,
Nostri status, nostrae sortis
Fidele signaculum.
Fidele signaculum.
Fidele signaculum.
“Every creature on earth
resembles a book and a picture,
like looking in a mirror, ×2
Our life, our death
our position in life, our destiny,
faithful symbol.
The rose reflects our position,
a fitting interpretation,
lessons about our life.
While it blooms in the early morning,
its blossoms fade
and petals fall with age.
Our life, our death
our position in life, our destiny,
faithful symbol.
His life, his existence,
his sorrow tribulation and obligation
to end life in death.
Death ends life, sorrow ends laughter
darkness ends daylight, high tide covers the seaport,
morning ends evening.
Mockery drives away the sorrow
worn by the mask of death,
tibulation plays the role of death.
Our first assumption is tribulation,
our second is sorrow,
and then death wins.
Our life, our death
our position in life, our destiny,
faithful symbol. “
AUDIENCE APPRECIATION PARTIES:
Love, love
You make me feel like a sticky pistel
Leaning into a stamen
You make me feel like a Mister Sunshine
Himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass
While we’re rollin’
Damn, skippy baby, you make me feel like
The Amazon’s runnin’ between my thighs
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel like a candy apple
All red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and I’d be all wet
With my tits soakin’ through this tiny little T-shirt
That I’m wearing
And you would open the door and tie me up to the bed
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Lover, I don’t know who I am
Am I very wide, am I hot inside, ooh?
Lover, I’m glazed with your compunctions
Oh baby, babe, babe, baby
I will be your Desdemona, ahh
Take your time
You make me feel, aha
You make me feel, woo, woo baby
You make me feel, aha, mmm
You make me feel loved
The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you’re the answer to
Every question I’ve ever had about love
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva couldn’t re-create
Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me
Knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations
Where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place
As wetness develops my legs begin to open
And my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy
My thighs quiver in anticipation
Of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes
Because all I can say are four letter words
In a four octave-range screaming your name
Aye papi
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really
Running out of room begging for more up against the wall
That has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you
Because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told
You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you
You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again
My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual