The 13. Warrior

"That's where I meet my father,
there I meet my mother,
my sisters and my brothers,
there I meet all those people of my ancestors,
from the outset,
they call after me,
they ask me to take my place,
behind the gates of Valhalla,
where the brave men live forever."

Dezember, 14. November 2004

Heavy is the smell of cinnamon,
Vorweinachtlichen in the air
warm thoughts flood my senses,
The sweet taste of Met stunned me,
still and peaceful is the cloud forest.


It bear the clammy hands,
the torch through the night,
faster it goes up the hill,
it blows the smell of apple pie in the frostbitten nose,
and the thoughts rushing advance,
warming at fireplace.


Finally climbed into the festivities,
runs burning liquor down his throat,
it glows and sparkles in the glow of the fire,
the fiddle strikes up a merry song,
you sit at the flames,
dances and laughs,
and hears the old Sängen Minnen,
over long periods and some whipped battle.

8. April 2004

You're all
I run to the back,
all-
I run away from what,
the longing
which forces me to my knees,
the fear
devouring me alive,
all this just you alone,
and there will never be anyone and'res,
so I'm never alone in the heart,
because there will always be yours,
and when the time segregate us
is my purpose in life past,
and only death is it,
the freed me.

seperate Vanities

Separate vanities,
lost thoughts
broken dreams,
vanished in the sea, such as foams,
tortured heart,
consumed by fire,
in a world of glass.

riders on the strom

Death Killer on the road,
where Angels die tonight,
riders on the storm,
living dead in this house we´re born,
Nightwalker wasting the dawn,
dancing tears,
sailor of drunken roses,
with witchfire and pagan prayer,
breaking through your mind,
find the monsters and shadows,
in the heart of a devil´s child.

Light of Dawn

Bright morning light,
warm floading through my dark,
brightly lit all the land
awaken all life again,
that lay at night in sleep.

Loki

Have you lost your way
here at the end of time?

Seeking our way
imaginings in my paradise

my hollow mountains,
my rumbles of thunder from the sky,

My rain of the soul betrays,
to the rescue, it is now too late.

Doubts

It runs what may live,
hiding what wants to die,
in that the doubts plaguing every soul-


I´d lost the time in this room?
Only one more step towards the fulfillment of all desires,
but I'm standing still,
I do not want to fall to the ground,
even if everything burns in me,
only a step - it will break me,
break the ribs from my spine,
and complete the funeral feast,
to which I have even loaded.