Where are you, my Goddess, I cannot hear you - I cannot see you - Are you really there, Or just a dream figure conjured up by my desires?
There are times when I feel a deep embedded warmth within me,
Ah, my love, my Goddess,
If you exist, o my Goddess,
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I searched the star of love To find the lonely heart, Nut found none; sadly, sadly, To the earth I did depart. I lost the star I hid Within a now cold home And sadly I depart Lost evermore to roam. My brain screams halt! My heart is torn and bleeds That madness like this Was not one of my needs. Let me fade in the wind and breeze over the land, A lost mad wild dreamer by a black madness manned. |
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The night is not yet over, The day is never here; The stars are hidden deep in A large jug of old beer. Their secrets are ours, drink. | |
Across the sinking plain stream the Riders once again, And in the bright-lit tavern their fearful tale is told, And the stranger dining there wondering will stare As the Riders race past window to the capital of old. Beneath the windswept hair the death-filled eyes hard stare, And silent grows the tavern at innkeeper's whispered word, The horses noiseless snort at the reins so tightly caught And from their steel-shod drumming hooves no sound is ever heard. To the shore beyond the hill the Riders gallop still, They ride, their horses' eyes aflame and lips afoam - no sound From rider's tight-pressed lips as hoof on stone sharp slips, And they thunder soundless on over well-coursed stony ground. Closer draws the hearer as the Riders gallop nearer; Their Emperor to warn they race across the beach, The sinking lands to save, ride into foaming grave, And doomed the flooding city ne'er to reach. Chill shudder shivers icy through the watching tavern room For the Riders of Irina ride again to meet their doom. | |
Ich hör' das Lied erklingen, Es erhallen die Worten kaum, Mir ist's, als ob die Liebe Ist lauter Trug und Traum. Sing froh ein Ständchen, Graues Elephäntchen. |