Welcome ...  to the land of shallow sleep

Where statues are screaming

And hollow trees are crying

Where the wind can speak

And all the things beyond belief are real

But still: there's much more to imagine ...



Before I lay my words upon you

Before the Greatest Mountain speaks

Before I make your mind burning

Before my thoughts turn to wings



Forget the world you live within

Forget the poor race of human

Unfold your wings and realize

This trip will be for eternity



I found the key to the realm unknown

Where horses fly and angels are black

Things far more precious than all what you know

Majestic treasures yet to be unveiled



Yeah - the stone-cold knife is my dearest friend

Yeah - my inmost feeling is misanthropy



You hold the key to the realm obscure

And feel the breath of burning star

Shut your eyes while there's yet time

And hear the music of the yesterworld



Yeah - the stone-cold knife is my dearest friend

Yeah - my inmost feeling is misanthropy



I have seen the things that

No words can verbalize

The night after the night 

Once again I shut my eyes



I fly for the very last time

Over the fields of life

Towards my slumberland

The precious land of suicide