Lifebooks

The spinning of heads

The spinning ahead

He said to me

He knew evil

Life in reverse

Life out of balance

Stupid as it sounds

Like a wolf running

Cross country -

In every field

A trap waits - along with it's owner

Like someone said about

The hunter

As soon as he stops

He becomes the hunted

I am the cunning animal -

I am the hunter

The life I never read

Is my youth now dead?

Rise, rise, rise...

The swirling sound of swastikas

Like rotor-blades of thought

Threshing the wheat

Out from the chaff

All this is a dream

All this is a dream

The mother clouds

Si quidem deus inquit

'Est unde mala?'

Bona vero unde, si non est?

All this is a dream

All those who worship

The broken demons of the past

Are in love with the dead

This is the cross you bear

They worship the dead and

Lo and behold this is no mystery

When I say that they in turn

Become the dead themselves

Even before they die

First the heart dies

Then the body dies

Then the soul dies

Si quidem deus inquit

'Est unde mala?'

Bona vero unde, si non est?

Every dead eternally then

Every dead eternally then

All this is a dream

Then they are caught

Eternally

In this trinity of

Deathdeathdeath

There is no escape from this

Cycle and circle

Of utter desolation

The despised by man

The despised by angels

The despised by the gods

The despised by the devils

The despised by the

Satanic one himself

All this is a dream

Si quidem deus inquit

'Est unde mala?'

Bona vero unde, si non est?

First death then second

Altogether dead you were,

Anyway

It's a dream...

Altogether dead you are

Altogether dead you shall be

It's a dream, it's a dream

From the corner of my mind

The swirling sound of the orchestra

From the corner of my lips

The words have already

Fallen like honey

From the corner of my eye

A million birds of dreamy

Image wing

It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream...