if i die young
walled apart of her
when all journeys are over
and my hands are closed

i'd call for the love of loss
and lose everything i held
for i am one soul
residing in this dying case

wether i live or leave
you'll stand on the other shore
looking at me, and be
static as your moondance, witch

your fest is my birthday
„Dreizigte April, mein Schatz"
the cats still pray for me
but who pray for them?