Soon it will turn cold
Soon it will grow late
Fall has already come
In your garden silent and numb
An angel has come
He who can hate, can judge
He who can believe, is alone
But only I can remove the need
He who can suffer is pure!
As he goes through silent midnight
Lonely under the night sky
The boy awakens from clouded dreams
His visage wasting gray in the moonlight
Salvation now is monstrous
Silence surrounds me once again
The light, poisoned, and affirming
Abandons me once and for all
The child stares peacfully into the night
The mother sings softly in her sleep
With eyes so full of truth
Laughter rings down from above
The dead man with hand so white
Paints by candlelight in the cellar
A grinning silence on the wall
The sleeper whispers on and on
The child stares peacfully into the night
The murderer sings softly in his sleep
With eyes so full of truth
Laughter rings down from purgatory
The dead man with hand so white
Paints by candlelight in the cellar
A grinning silence on the wall
The sleeper whispers on and on
Leaves fall down from the trees
The sun, autumnal, gaunt, and timid
Silence dwells in blue rooms
One long afternoon
Did you know that light vanishes
Mortal sounds of metal
So sedate but still bilnded
Damned now to the knife's fall
Feel the smooth wings of madness
God's brow dreams colors
Shadows whirl around the mount
Lined black with decay
Tarry, doubt and finally topple
Twilight full of calm and wine
That what's born in this instant
You stop as if in a dream