Crimson Peak

Take a look at the ceiling at a burning dawn
like a bird of doom
trembling under secrets that lie in his hands
he stands in the dark
his hand is red from the freezin cold
secretly watching in the mist

the air is vibrating as he comes closer
go across the cracks
can you see as he shifts ?
Where his secrets lies beneath all those weary smiles
under all these empty phrases
cracked and hollow

Mine Edge

Here we stand
stand on line
the shames of Rome
Caius told us to mend and charge home
we look to it

Make us quick in work
we put our shields before our hearts
and we fight with hearts more prove than shield
souls of geese that bear the shapes of men

By the fires of heaven
Charge Home

Inspiration: Coriolanus by W. Shakespeare

The Green Field

Flowing through the fields of grass so green,
so dear, so soft,
the wind is blowing tender,
caressing it´s peak like a kissing dove,

the touch of it turns it from tide to tide,
falling, rising ... tumbling down,
and through clouds the sun is rising above,
warming it´s waverin foam.

Ocean tide

Swirling in a darkening ocean tide,

sadly whispering a loosen promise,

floating under heavy seaweed,

drowning in this moment,

here where the wind is howling,

crashing in my sunken ear,

this is where we fall out of love,

smashing our hearts,

ripping out our ragged wings,

and when all hope is gone,

we will go back to the start,

raising into the bluest sky,

fighting our way into the sun

cause we don´t wanna lose you now.

Thank you

Thank you for all the things

you did in my life

where ever I´ll be

you´ll be here with me

you´ll be more than just a memory

Wherever waves might toss me

along the northern stream

you´ll be here with me

Have no doubt

there is no me if I´m not with you

I´ll be alright

You were never gone from my life.

Crumbling

Crumbling between the hope and fear I dreamt of,

why couldn´t I just spit it out ?

All my life I´ve wasted for an illusion

I never tried to fullfill

Still waiting

Still hoping

Still wasting

What was the meaning of all those empty words ?

Was I really so close or still alone ?

I promised to wait for you

But you never came.

Was it me ?

Was it life ?

Did we waste our time ?

Here I am until the end of the world.

My Sister between the stars

Mother told me once

as my sister was born

she was so beautiful that the heaven´s creatures cried

so God took her 

so she could shine upon us

up there in the sky

And if I thought sadly in my mind

I should look up in the sky

there she would be

bright and laughing between the stars.