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• Too Short A Season - Imperium
• Messiah Mask - Imperium
• Slip Of Tongue - Imperium
• Silenced - Imperium
• Play Of Compassion - Imperium
• Left Meaningless - Imperium
• Chemical Dreams - Imperium
• Awakening - Imperium
• ...To The Things That Were... - Imperium
• Heidestimmung: Fortgang - Empyrium
• Wassergeister: Waldpoesie - Empyrium
• Ordain'd To Thee - Empyrium
• The Franconian Woods In Winter's Silence - Empyrium
• Ode To Melancholy - Empyrium
• Under Dreamskies - Empyrium
• The Ensemble Of Silence - Empyrium
• Lover's Grief - Empyrium
• Mourners - Empyrium
• The Yearning - Empyrium
• Autumn Grey Views - Empyrium
• Many Moons Ago - Empyrium
• The Blue Mists Of Night - Empyrium
• The Sad Song Of The Wind - Empyrium
• The Shepherd And The Maiden Ghost - Empyrium
• When Shadows Grow Longer - Empyrium
• Where At Night The Wood Grouse Plays - Empyrium
• The Days Before The Fall - Empyrium

Sudden loss of time
Dance to a weird symphony of
Timeless acts in perfect sound
Ìn perfect memories
Placed in this position of stagnancy
Logic Lost Proportion
In a seemingly unendless cycle
Left to yourself
Seizing time, illusions
Trespassing the
Cold light of our passing days
Reversing and stopping
Placed in this position of stagnancy
Logic lost proportion
In a seemingly unendless cycle
Left to yourself
In unexpected ending
In the end it was too short a season
A well times warning
Leaves an ironic smile
Of misplaced arrogance
So dream on your strange dream
Everchanging scenery
Passing and breathing
Through inanimated dreams
In sustained farewell
Placed in this position of stagnancy
Logic Lost Proportion
In a seemingly unendless cycle
Left to yourself
In unexpected ending

Questions burn
Caught in persuasive rational words
Take his hand
And he will take away your hurts
Vicious lies
The so called chosen one decides
Confusing
Ensuring your mental demise
Exalting crowd begins to pray
Fanatic true believers of his lie
Maliciousness, Messiah Mask
Casting souls and mental suicide
Pedantry
Deprived of all reality
Elusive
Yet drowning in this forgery
Manipulate
Consume your mind and duplicate
"Hear my child"
Your own opinions suffocate
Exalting crowd begins to pray
Fanatic true believers of his lie
Maliciousness, Messiah Mask
Casting souls and mental suicide
Unstable souls lost in the depts of evil
Obey to me and never go astray
Your wicked minds and earthly possessions
Let go of them and give it all to me!
Loyalty
Mesmerized catastrophy
Empty stares
Hysterical dependancy
Bloodstained floors
A penance for your wicked soul
Say your prayers
And heed to the infalable
Exalting crowd begins to pray
Fanatic true believers of his lie
Maliciousness, Messiah Mask

So here it is my friend
An invitation to this monologue of contradiction
This display of emotions
Makes you hunger for more
Disposed of reason
Listen to every word that will be spilled
Some strange addiction
Sold for a moment of blind attention
Cast a shadow of empty phrases
Without mercy
Exposure of pain, until all is dark
Swallowed by slip of tongue
A fall from grace
Once placed on a pedestal now thrown away
All words denied
But whispered softly, whispered softly
Cast a shadow of empty phrases
Without mercy
Exposure of pain, until all is dark

They sound so loud and clear to me in hopeless distance
But drowned in cynical laughs
Determination waved goodbye and went away
My eyes grew weary
Silenced in a cold and paralizing stream
Struggled up and pushed under
All they were is gone just like a passing dream
Left me with nothing
I am losing sight
Turned away, silently
Completely out of reach
Abandoned goals in contrast with a different choice
Lost somewhere, found nowhere
Former things have passed away and lost their voice
Unable to respond
I am losing sight
Turned away, silently
Completely out of reach
Maybe all our dreams ascend with the wind
Abandon you, abandon me
Turned away, silently

I raise my hand to catch a thought within an imaginary word
Their voice is not but still I hear
Your sin I'll be, complicity will free you
Hear me out and once again bleed for me
Seems so strong but strength has failed
The idle standards that you praise
No part I am of lasting shame
Once again a loss of face
Words in lack of understanding
In this play of compassion

We lay down ourselves in ignorant absensce
No lasting word we will find as there is none
For words we will crave
Moments as they fail
Answers seem to lack, questions still left unasked
We're not the same, a noiseless change, though we are
Still we see a weak display in scenes
Of what was meant to be
Still we know a few words of what we've lost
They are left meaningless
Strange intents will be a veil covering our shame
Until we face the truth as lies often are
Still we see a weak display in scenes
Of what was meant to be
Still we know a few words of what we've lost
They are left meaningless
Answers seem to lack, nothing left unsaid
We are instead left meaningless
Still we see a weak display in scenes
Of what was meant to be
Still we know a few words of what we've lost
They are left meaningless
We are left

Entering my room of fun
In you go
Deforming all that it contains
Umbibing you in pleasure pains
It's placed in your head my son
Don't you know
I will leave a lasting trace
Torn from my smothering embrace
Chemical dreams
Chemical dreams
As you're looking through my eyes
You will see
Things that you have never seen
Together we'll explore it all
Come with me
To places you have never been
I will make you float on air
Spinning round
Reality caught in a spin
Gravity will surely win
Take the jump now if you dare
There's no ground
This flying vision ends so rough
Grasping hands as wings fall off
Chemical dreams
Chemical dreams
Set the trap
Seal your fate
Will take long

Hear the sound of masses, their isolated pains
No longer is the wisdom innocence betrays
Sleeping still I may not, visions that we share
Pace along this dark road, wetted by their tears
A prelude to all thoughts that last
Pass on to me all things long past
Watch their dancing silhouettes
Their sad song of what once was
Hear the sound of masses, I surely will prevail
Progressing into nothing, deafened by own will
A prelude to all thoughts they last
Pass on to me all things long past
Watch their dancing silhouettes
Their sad song of what once was
Help if you will, try to fill up my dreams
Please, all I have, hollow sounds, hollow schemes
Form me!
Shocked surprise, the plans you've drawn
Created me, an absurd form
Awakening in time to see
Your icy hands all over me
You're losing me, I will abort
A final scream, a last resort
I'll refuse, you'll stand astound
A your tears stain on the ground
A prelude to all thoughts they last
Pass on to me all things long past
Watch their dancing silhouettes

Minutes ticking away, it seems endlessly
A desperate face, creative ways
To extend the time
The wait is sickening
All that is gained, multiplied pain
Soon will be gone
Memories remain, still the same
A gaze at the sky, all will pass by
No longer to see
All seems so unreal
Suplicate screams, strange as it seems
No longer to be
A gracefull end to what I see
Oh no this cannot be
Awake me from this godforsaken dream
Awake me!
"Limbs seem to freeze, your voice seems to have gone"
"Death perceptible as it welcomes you"
On false hopes I stand as I reach out my hand
Seemingly near but so far away
All is, though for me it seems not to be
Still try to believe the memories stay
The silence is broken but no word is spoken
This bitterness I drink to the things that were
As long as I can I will think of them

Welch gramvoll Pein
verwies mich meinen Pfaden,
als morgendunstge Schwaden,
noch ruhten im verschneiten Hain.
In weit erstarrter Heide,
lang schwand die alte Leite,
wohin noch schweifet der Blick,
führt kein Umkehr zurück.
Überwunden ist nun Dunkelheit,
nach langem Weg in Einsamkeit.
Von unberührtem Stege
folget leis und dicht -
des Mondes fahles Licht,

Schön ist der Wald, wenn der Tag sich neigt,
wenn feiner Nebel hoch vom moosgen Boden steigt.
Und Vöglein singen sacht zum Ruhgeleit -
dann mirs die Brust vor arger Schwere feit.
Doch in der Höh des Walds kann ich schon sehen,
geliebte Dämmerzeit - musst gehn.
Musst weichen schon dem kalten Mondeslicht,
das sich bald schaurig in den Wipfeln bricht...
Was raschelt hinterm Busche dort?
Was regt im Holz sich immerfort?
Wer heult im fernen unentwegt?
Was hat sich eben da bewegt?
Es ist nur mein Geist, der mir einen Streich zu spielen gedacht,
denn hier ist nichts - nur Nacht, nur Nacht, nur Nacht!
Mein Herz schlägt wild vom Schrecken der sich nun gelegt,
doch was war da? Da hat sich wieder was geregt!
Ists wohl der Teufel selbst der mich nun holt von diesem finstren Ort?
Wer es auch ist - Hinfort Unhold! Hinfort
Weg, nur weg, nur weg von hier, mich fürchtets wie ein Kind!
Doch jeder Baum scheint gleich - es ist ein Labyrinth.
In jedem Winkel ein höhnisch Lachen klingt
und jeder Blick mir neues Grauen bringt.
Stille, ja Stille - verstummt und verhallt
das Rascheln, das Raunen, kein Klang mehr erschallt.
Doch wo bin ich? Was tu ich -
hier tief im Wald?
Ersinne den Morgen, ach käm er doch bald.
Verirrt und vergessen - den Lieben entrissen,
einsam, verloren - mein Wille...verschlissen....
Doch, was glänzt dort in der Fremde?
Ein Funkeln bricht durchs Geäst.
Die Lichtung, die Lichtung nicht ferne!
Nun seh ichs, ja seh ichs unds lässt
mein Herze erblühn!
Welch Lichtfest! Welch Glühen!
Ein Blick noch zurück -
den Augen kaum trauend
denn kaum konnt ichs schauen
hinweg war das Grauen -

Could not even [_?_]
That [_?_] my eyes and see
That there was blood through there long times ago
Oh my love now bring the day with [_?_]
Even if it's lavender and I am violet by thy shame
Never more like the silver hands of the moon
With its shield of screams
Sensation dark as thy splendid diamonds
She is like me, autumn her love
Like a bird I might wish my freedom
Eyes like a sapphire full of desire
Hair of gold and lips of fire
Thou art like the waters, so soft is thy skin
Thou art the raven wishing he could sing
Like an ember, this I writhe and I loathe
A flash of lightning so shattering thy rest
Thou art the wind that carriest me up
Oh she's everything I cannot see
In my dreams she does not let me be
Now [_?_] try to [_?_] takest me
Longings of belief art past
But the hollow echoes not died away
This is all over eternally
But it seems it hath been yesterday
Now abandon me [_?_] for a kiss
It's making us feel sad [_?_]
The wetness I feel under tears of mine

Wrapped in morning's silence
Of these emerald streams
Lonesome am I as I hear the ravens cry
Grieving art the morning songs
Above the forest reigns tranquility
Just ice cold winds whisper to me
As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart
One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart
Enchant like a dream, the Franconian woods
Enchant me, embrace me, Franconian woods
Caught in infinity,
In the vastness of countless trees
Oh, what a purity,
Lies in the sceneries
Cast for this winter hike
I see the north and its fountain of light
Morning from ice,

Melancholy - still my desire for thy precious tragedian wine...
Sweep me away, into the vale of thine!
Where sorrow's strong and so is joy.
Melancholy - still my desire, O let my heart by thee inspire...
O fill the air with thy sweet scent,
let thy light, thy star crescent.
Wherever she dwells I will bid a farewell sigh
For she dwells with beauty - beauty that must die
And deep inside me I will wait for her return
To her enchanting, awe-inspiring flame I'll yearn
O lust and rueful thought be mine,
My soul enhanced, desires...

Storm skies from the nights
Shadows of the forest lie inside
And gleaming emeralds in decorative tones
Brushed by the ice under circles
Her timeless beauty started to wither
A green voice in her heart
She touched the red leaves in sorrow
A farewell was found inside
Oh my dreamless night
Again under the sea of moonshine of this night
Through darkened place in times of pale we have traversed
Do not fear the wounds of their swords
Let me dream of crystal lakes
Lit by the sun, the moon or the stars
Of green meadows and creations of elves and proud pagan hearts
Oh let me retreat 'neath fields embraced by winds and by your kiss
Oh you dwell in these ancient woods where the fantasy begins
Under dreamskies we will march towards the fortress of our love

And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,
on silent wings the night comes from there, as my heart longs to thee...
For in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,
its leafs have withered, it ceased to grow - left in me this woe.
The wine of love, is o so sweet, but bitter is regret,
I knew at sunset I would meet the ascending veils of dread.
Before my eyes nocturnal curtains fall,
The dark and gentle haze of the night, greedily devours all.
"Woe to him whose heart is filled with bitter rue and who drowns in grief"
In the silence of the night I loose myself,
it makes me drunken with its sweet blue sound.
In the drunk'ness of solitude I fear no more the solemn realms of death
No single sigh from my lips as I drink the wine of bitterness
My heart is aching nevermore for I know that all may end
Just I and the poetry of the night, now forever one...
Just I and the poetry of the night, now forever one,

O gothic moon thy shine encharmest me tonight
Bereavest me of sleep, makest me wander under thy light.
Thou letst abloom my heart until the very last of thy ray.
Shine, bereaver of sleep, ere black clouds hide thee away...
I know this can't be eternal!
No love hath ever conquered the borders of time!
No beauty is everlasting, not even thine!
But o how I wished your heart would fore'er be mine...
Thy eyes caress myself to endure these painful lies...
The moon's arsistance makest me ask...
Why can't we be stars?
Stars that shine forever...
Stars that unite with the night...
At the horizon the dark stormclouds of sorrow have gathered their might,
neither the moon nor the stars reveal their light this night...
and rain keeps falling, pouring down into my soul,

Meagre trees in the shrouds, as old as the stones...
Mourners of abandon'd love, forever their woes shall grow silent.
O how many times may the moon has shone - reflected in these black lakes?
Should it be that can hear, the woes of those who ceased their lifes?
O so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age-old miserability
Ancient bitter beauty
Lost is the hope of those, who walk the moors with pain in heart.
...and all joy it sinks, burried deep, forever presumed dead.
O, so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...

I ride through day and night
Listen wind, they art my fellows
Eternally I am looking for the eye
Inside my heart
The yearning grows
I rode through the forest and mountains
Over mountains have I
But it seems they touch the sky
Run through meadows so lonely
Wrestled up streams so clean
My lips art so cold
Where is the tongue that melts the ice and snow?
My grief is infinite
Where are art thou who heals my wounds?
I ride through day and night
Crystal wind bring me my fellows
Eternally I am looking for the eye

(A WINTERSUNSET... [1996])
Lifeless they fall apart... golden as our
precious art... My love sinks into a thick
grey veil of mist.
Trees... leafless trees... the epitaph of
the sun. What once was green presents now
grey and trist.
A gloomy grave... a foreseen death...
a symbol for our pain... drowned in a
flood of autumn rain.
Silhouettes of light astray somewhere
in the clouds. Ravens traverse, involving

A night of december so dark and cold,
I walked a path ages old
The moon amongst the clouds revealed
lightning valleys, forest and field
Embraced by silence I wandered the moor
an endless landscape by my side
when in the mist I saw a light
dancing through the hazy night
I stood and watched the play in awe
was deeply touched by what I saw
I told my friends what I did see
and what they told did tremble me!
It's said the ghost of a young, fair maid
is cursed to dwell beneath the shade
of the olden oak she died below

...and many a moon shall rise...
and lead me into the cold embrace of the night
Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light.
Here is no shelter; no escape from our heart.
Entwined in this tragic embrace I fear and bemourn to depart.
When the shadows fall, and the sun sets in us all...
Just silent hopes remain and the aching grief that grows into a bottomless vale I fall
O, I give myself away... Away!
Far away!
To this dim and misty place.
My heart reflects the night...
Languid moonshine I bath my skin in thee
O may thy beauty be revealed in me.

Bes till, O wand'rer!
Dost thou not hear the sad song of night?
How the wind does beckon thee to the rest of a while
and to lend him thine ear?
What woeful tale does it tell tonight?

It was an eve in late summer,
autumn was nigh
still a warm sun did colour the sky
The meadows did shine in a strange golden light
and vales did forth the soft haze of night
When through the air a voice did resound
beckoning the shepherd to rise from the ground
The shepherd:
'What sweet voice does sing in such a woebegone tone?
What maiden does wander the heather alone?'
Bewitched by its tone,
he followed her song,
whilst the sun did descend
and the shadows grew long
In the dim light of dusk,
near the sparkling cascade
on a moss covered stone sat a crying young maid
The shepherd:
'Why art thou dreary?
What happened to thee?
What song didst thou sing so woefully?'
The maiden:
'Go whither O shepherd!
Don't sadden thine heart
Thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art!
An old man who's been born in a cradle of wood
of a tree that at least a hundred years stood,
cut by a boy who at heart was still pure -

When shadows grow longer
and the sun sets for the forthcoming night;
our sorrow is stronger
as darkness and death are now near by our side.

(WHERE AT NIGHT THE WOOD GROUSE PLAYS [1999])
When through the starry night
the mists of autumn glide
the air is filled with tragedies of olden times
Where with a dreadful tone
a nightbird plays its song

Ride withered days unfiring the sun,
the nights were soft and cloudless,
the saddened will "be gone"
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.
Fight with our hearts and oceans (?)
the times were full of magic
and seed with songs unsung,
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.
The sweetness, the hacks, now water restrain,
and silently we wallow in memory of the day,
when winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.
Ride withered days unfiring the sun,
the nights were soft and cloudless,
the silent were begone,
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness