A new Song

Firmament

Kalliope

Prometheus

Sacrifice

Sleepwalking

Spes

What a terrible thing is love
thought it to be a wonderous miracle
until its murderous catastrophy came in the form of you
disguised as heaven on earth
nothing more actually 
then just another disasterious calamity 

how terrible must i be to love you
there was no knife in my chest before 
where has it come from? 
Its stuck inbetween your absence and my presence
where are thy hands that stabbed me to misery?
let me wash them in the innocency of salty waters
drop by drop

what a terrible beloved you are
O Vice of vices 
disguised as the Virtue of truth
made in the purity of fires
which have burned thine name 
into my now coalblack heart
formless feelings haunting it
spelling out only you
blessed be thy mouth that cursed me

What a terrible act is it to love you
my body is no more my vessel
its longing to be killed by hands that made it bleed
gushing out this terrible elixir of adoration
unbecoming of myself because im yours
yours truly 
yours only
yours

love is terrible just terrible is love
utterly disgusting how sweet this poison tastes
what kind of mixture of poison  is this that doesnt lead to death
what a terrible assasination attempt was this that left me crippled
making me the everlasting guest of the cousin of death
Komm süßer Tod 

Veneficium

Wicker Men

Commune-ity

Sleepwalking

Animus Veritatis