Embrace me, love!
Or embrace me, Death!
**** me with your love
or **** me - Death
so as I would not feel
this lifeless life -
this death
in which my heart
burns to shreds.
Embrace me - Love.
Or - Love me Death.

It was in you: you could not fight it,
you could not smother it, so it killed you.
It is in me too. Inherited through bloodline,
well - concealed behind the surface: so hollow,
so faded a smile..
It is. It stays... ******* monster,
It will never die.

Leave me in the barren desert.
My corpse - you shred -
let off me.
The pieces - let them be scattered
by the wind.
Make sure the animals,
after their last bite,
**** off the blood - the last drop,
the soil is not so guilty
as to get poisoned
with the abyss in my blood.
The rotten, dark red liquid
they all spat out
- they were right.
There.. spare the soil.
Erase me.
Erase any trace of me.

When I die, I don't need any roses
I could have smelt them, while alive,
marvel at their amazing beauty
while I was still alive.
When I die, I don't want any music
It's been tormenting my soul far too long
and my heart's been bleeding oceans
while alive.
When I die, don't wipe any tears,
You could have cried a thousand times
whenever I did - in your absence
while alive.
When I die, I do not want a grave
Nor a coffin,
I've been living in a box all my life.

Just light the fire!
Let it burn my flesh.
It has burnt all my soul already.
Now - let it finish up what it started
- while I was alive.
Then, don't bother to put my ashes
in a beautiful urn,
it is a box as well..
no matter how bright - still a box.
Just leave my ashes right there
so that I can rise again.

Freedom - is being free to thee
The way being free is prison to me
In either way - the aim is to break free
Break the wall that keeps you in.
Free.. what's "free", you see..
What's freedom to thee
Might be prison to me
What's prison to thee
Might be freedom to me.

Call me a curse, an infection,
a deadly poison, a rotten corpse
left over under the murderer sun,
up there - where the wind can't reach
out there - where no rain can cry
out there - where no bird can fly
up there - where the merciless sky -
is watching me with red, dead eyes..
Call me a curse - or better:
don't even call me.
Pain has no name.
Blood has no name.
Death has no name.

I stood under the blackened, moonless sky,
called for the wind.
It came - harsh - scratching its nails
onto my skin..
it brought no rain
so it was stealing from my eyes..
and I, I was feeding its thirst.
I stood - facing the wind -
and cried...

By night, I'm an angel that falls.
Dawn wipes the wounds off my wings.
At night I fall again.