Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows

Take my hand in the old 'Theatre Of Seven Hells', a ferry that bowed its wings, we call Her: 'Moon by Day'. Life - a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears. Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow. Your breath shall be my coat, the underworld i

Do you feel - most people do - depressed, when you go to the lou? That's just because it reminds you of the love you've lost. Well, if you're fed up being sad, come, try a new approach instead: There's a fountain made of gold, a gift straight from th

There's not a shred of beauty here residing in the human flesh, there's only sadness and confusion, and the stench oh shit and death. 没有多少美好的东西 还住在这肉体里, 这里只有悲伤和混乱, 还弥漫着排泄物和死亡的臭气. In moments, dull, of self-pity of insufficiency and doubt, I catch myse

Infants like phantoms, denied and suspected, 婴儿就像幻影,被拒绝也被怀疑 their existence discovered always when least expected. 他们的存在总在最不被期望的时候被发现 Prepared for the day, the night, he just cannot keep 准备好迎接白天,黑夜,他就是没有办法 the perfect mask in its place, when he is fa

Bin weder Mann, noch bin ich Frau, bin irgendwo zwischendrin, Weiß nicht wohin ich gehöre, Weiß nicht was ich bin... Traurigkeit erfüllt meine Seele in jedem einzelnen Augenblick, was vor mir liegt kann ich nicht sehen, doch ich weiß es gibt kein Zur

What has happened while we slept? We have revived the water... or perhaps it simply woke up on its own. Anticipating... it is murmuring now along its ancient bed. Where is the stone... the tower...that worships...and reveres us? No such a stone is he

Can I trust you, mortal boy? You say, you love me; oh, sure you do. But what exactly does this affirmation mean? I do not have the slightest notion, no idea Of what you understand by "LOVE" and other terms As worn-out such as this old song and d

Can I trust you, mortal boy? You say, you love me; oh, sure you do. But what exactly does this affirmation mean? I do not have the slightest notion, no idea Of what you understand by "LOVE" and other terms As worn-out such as this old song and d

I dreamt that I was lying on the botton of the dark and never-ending sea, on a bed that my dead lover was preparing with his own skeleton for me... ( ...bring us a goat and we ll show you the way straight through the realm of the fallen and slain...

Kiss the corpse, the blessed sigh, walk in the garden of the night. Hold the carcass, sweetest lie, bury the body you chose to deny. Shed a tear, suspended in fear... - every soul is starving here. 专辑:Es Reiten Die Toten So Schnell(Demo) 歌手:Sopor Aet

I wish I was a little bar of soap I wish I was a little bar of soap I'd go slippy slippy, slimy over everybody's heinie I wish I was a little bar of soap Bar of soap Hmm- ba - bar of soap Slippy, slippy, slime Hmm-ba - bar of soap Wouldn't that be fi

"...Armes, Dunkles Wolkenkind, hast Dich erneut in Sturm gehullt, im fadenschein'gen Pechgewand Dich selbst in ew'ger Nacht verbannt. Die undurchdringlich' zweite Haut, hat die Grenze zur Welt erbaut...- als Eierschale, hart wie Stein, lasst sie kein

[00:00.00]无歌词 专辑:Children of the Corn 歌手:Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows 歌曲:Harvest Moon

Your body is covered in fur ... you're beautiful. You are in and out this world ... you're beautiful. Your skin is scarred and hurt ... you're beautiful. I know that you'll stand by your world ... you're beautiful. Secretly beautiful. 专辑:Mitternacht

The Simple Joys of Maidenhood 处女期纯真的喜悦 Where the exit-door leads in 出口指引进入的地方 he scrutinises circling clockwise 他仔细看着顺时针方向的转圈 counting two out of the three 从三个数中数出两个 slightly above the first degree 些微超过第一个度数 "Has there been blood?" "有血吗?&qu

Chill is dripping silently, I am drowning in myself. My hope has left me alone and barren, my grave - the only loving place. I hate my own loathsome smell, this stench and old-age and maledorous fear. How I hate each mortal cell that is rottingly exi

Alles ist nur Illusion und von mir erschaffen, Doch ich vermag ihr nicht zu entflieh'n, Bin in meinem eigenen Trugbild gefangen, Und meine armen Augen erkennen kein Ziel. Die Antwort kann niemals im Aussen sein, Sie liegt stets im Innern, schläft tie

Der See des Vergessens Weit fort in einem fremden Land und hinter eines Waldes Rand, wo mancher schon sein Ende fand... dort liegt Lazemare. Dunkel, unergründlich tief, wo mancher in sein Schicksal lief, den das Wasser zu sich rief... Lazemare, der S

A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or

Who is the old man, Who fills my heart with greatest pain yet his name remains unheard? I look at you and true tears shake my eternal saturnworld. Who is the old man, whose picture burned itself down to the bottom of my soul. You push me back and rai