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Samael

[Music by Tidemann/Eckhart/Bartsch-February 2001] [Poems by Bartsch/Meyer de Voltaire-February/March 2001] Kranke Begierden schampen als Tierwort durch

You know my friend I've been walking on a really strange path lately I'm so glad you were not there to see my fall, to see me passing on My wound so deep

first day in an unknown place nothing to say just a seeing face checking names and codes longing to give an ode to fame I kept friends in my mind and

Nothing ever stops Everything starts again The end and the beginning Are eternal lovers Prisoners of or bodies From the cot to the grave Impotent puppets

I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night I've lost hope of loving a day of life The shades of night belong to me I am at one with hell Dead inside,

The top becomes the bottom The fantasy becomes reality The conceptions change The landmarks dissolve And all becomes intermingled To flirt with the

To those whom I miss, And to those who would miss me Life is short, but long in the living Going forth on the uncertain paths of the future Seeking an

If eyes are the mirror of the soul You will find in mine the scorn and apathy You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book You will see yourself as I see

narration: Tired and submissive Lying down on the black altar She waits passive and anguished A frost silence glides into the assembly priest reflection