Greatest Lovesongs: Vol. 666

Staring up at silence

Here I am sitting again

 Inside my chamber so safe, but cold.

 Sitting again with my thoughts so vociferous.

Inside my chamber so safe, but cold

 Nebels* travel pass my eyes so tired.

 Fear already had knocked on my door, oh dear Lord,

 Entering with the dance of the nebels.

 Running fast like time, itself, in this chamber so safe, but cold.

 Now a cold race comes crashing my spine

 And a light approaches from the heavens high up.

 Light, alas, deepened in the shade of black.

Misery tightens its enchantment around me

 And welcomes Death with a dish of my soul.

 Justice does not exist in his hands that hold the scythe.

 Exist me now, I beg You please, but

 Slowly He walks with a joke and a laugh, and

 Touching my neck with the blade in his hands,

 He finally takes me to his castle of bones and skulls…

Notes: “Nebel” is the German word for “fog”.