Drowning in my gloomy shadow Through streets of endless emptiness A spiral staircase breaking up in darkness While thoughts are fluttering like moths
I'm breathing thunderclouds And nameless time contends with snails A common grave of melting yearnings Waiting for release twilight of the gods
In these dreams death is a rose And a thorn pointed like truth Cuts longing vains like a dagger In these dreams death is a rose In night like fading angels Definite despair is born
And no shooting star falls from heaven So we stand alone like before We wade through swamps of expectation And step by step we're sinking deeper
Storm-lashed crying in damp winds These words die away in hollow skulls In nights like fading angels This misty vail is born
A rose-tree grows between the eyes The bloom smiles bloody red It will be a day in June And a thorn pointed like truth Cuts longing vains like a dagger And a shooting star falls from heaven