Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
A true story wants to be mine
A true story wants to be mine
The story is tellin

das_lied_der_deutschen

Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles,
Uber alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zum Schutz und Trutze
Bruderlich zusammenhalt;
Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
Von der Etsc

my_only_child

My only child be not so blind
See what you hold
There are no words no ears no eyes
To show them what you know

Their hands are old
Their faces cold
Their

we’ve_got_the_gold


no_one_is_there

Across from behind my window screen
Demon is dancing down the scene
In a crucial parody
Demon is dancing down the scene
He is calling and throwing
His arms up in the

innocent_and_vain

The secrets that I do not know
I cannot understand them
A wanted series printed over
Words are his defences

The battle bracelets do not fit
My favourite gladi

all_that_is_my_own

Your winding winds stood so
All that is my own
Where land and water meet
Where on my soul I sit upon my bed
Your ways have led me to bleed

Every child will be

janitor_of_lunacy

Janitor of lunacy
Paralyze my infancy
Petrify the empty cradle
Bring hope to them and me

Janitor of tyranny
Testify my vanity
Mortalize my memory


facing_the_wind

It's holding me against my will
And doesn't leave me still
Amazons are riding out
To find a meaning for
The name, my name
In the rain
My spinning on my Name
chelsea_girls

Here's Room 506
It's enough to make you sick
Bridget's all wrapped up in foil
You wonder if she can uncoil.

Here they come now
See them run now
Here the

little_sister

Don't call me home, little sister
Before the night is done
My love and I are fleeing
Running into the sun.

Turn to fly, go away
Little bird, please don't stay

le_petit_chevalier

Je suis le petit chevalier
Avec le ciel dessus mes yeux
Je ne peux pas me effroyer

Je suis le petit chevalier
Avec la terre dessous mes pieds
J'irai te visite

winter_song

The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age
Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings.
The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin
Is diseased with familiar caresses.


valley_of_the_kings

The bandits be my weaknesses
His fault shall be my knife
His weapon be
His weapon be my innocence
The killer must not die

Is there a charge against my fate,
somewhere_there’s_a_feather