Wozu des trüben Sinnes trachten?
Unter Ausgeburt des Zorns
Die leeren Blicke verbrannt
Sodass der Hölle Schergen
Zur Oberfläche tauchen.
Indes ist karge Landschaft
Blühend vor Tod und Niedertracht

Denn der Götter Ketten
Schmelzen unter der Einsicht
Welche die Welt ihrer
Ach so schönen
Ach so herrlichen
So verschwenderischen
Lüge zur endlichen Masse beraubt

In endloser Leere
Welche nunmehr nur Pein
Vermag zu bringen
Während des Richters Henker vollstreckt
Und Gerechtigkeit
Als hätte sie denn je existiert
Mit Wehen und Klagen
Die letzten Flammen schürt

Why aspire dull purpose?
Beneath the spawn of wrath
The empty gazes scorched
So that the inferno’s minions
May dive to the surface
Meanwhile barren landscape is
Blooming with death and perfidy

For the gods’ shackles of will
Melt under the epiphany
That robs the world of its
Oh so beautiful
Oh so splendid
Oh so squandering
Lie
To the finite mass

In infinite emptiness
Which henceforth is only able
To bring agony
While the judge’s hangman executes
And justice
As if it may have ever existed
Moaning laments
Stokes the last flames

The evening lays silently still
The last shades of red disappearing
Behind the infinite horizon
As everything revolves
Around the moment
At which darkness and light meet
Holding onto time
Adversaries seizing space
Like players sunk into their game
But neither will ever possess
This glimpse of existence

It’s a shy thing
No one can catch
As it crosses over skin
Like water, clean and crisp
Between the fingertips
Like sand that slides through
Seeking to return to the warmth
Of the ground that birthed it

The eternal ebb and flow
The beauty that exists beyond
The reaches of perception
Far across sea and land
Infinitely grand

Consign myself
To this torture
To purge the remnants of my sanity
Of its blind fantasies
Which reality has refuted
Time and time again

At the gallows
Smiling merrily
For I am ending
Destroying your stakes
Painted myself white
To the blackness
Of the despair

I surrender, I yield
Give up the last of me
Let you tear it to shreds
Lamenting nothing

As this is my final revolt
There is neither victory nor defeat
Yet there’s freedom, there’s truth
In surrender
Retreating to pieces unowned

A granting of nothing
Is my everything
Leading nowhere but the end
Of our path

I got lost in the depths of my trust
Now I’m severing my ties
Letting go of the past
That used to define my life

Dying like the stars in the skies
I give rise
To new paths and crossings
To retrace my mind
Or at least the parts you leave behind

At this pinnacle of dust
Smiling down, empty, at the rust

The cogs will turn no more
Every move, every moment a chore
Lying there clamoring at fate
All administrations too late

Lost in the maze
Eternally confused by what to crave
In the silent shell
That doubles as hell

The conditions that drew one here
Doubts and disillusionment the mind spears
Are benevolent once the horizon clears
For these clouds of dust
Hide the nothingness they must

So the carousel turns on
Leaving its creatures wanton
For the knife in their gut
Enjoying each pointless rut

Is one truly free
When all thoughts flee?
Pitiful puppets, aren’t we?

Souls as white as snow
Even with the crimes they owe
Their virtues made the deal
For deeds to be concealed

Covered by darkness, out of sight
Where armies clash by night
Never to be revealed by light
Reminiscent of the mind