[Music by Bartsch/Matton January '93]

[Poems by Bartsch December '92]



When the dark lord told me to live

I felt the raised lust of possession



afterwards the death yell of an impaled nineye

gotten through my dutiful ears



I had to think of all the lost creatures

which strived of their existence

in the streaming of my black blood



nocturnal shadows, which glorified

the resurrection like trumpets

offered me the right way into hopelessness

enlighten my path into inaccessible license