Little stick, candle stick, give me light
One to warm me in this unknown night
Little stick, come, and I'll make you learn
How to make this ******* night burn

The night is at it's ripest,
And the poet at his highest

The time of night where for a while,
His lyrics are filled with guile

The time when shadows are divine,
And the stars and the moon greatly shine

But the moon starts to dissipate,
For it has ceased to wait,
And gave in to it's weight...
I guess I should leave, it's getting late

Not tomorrow, not today,
No light shall shine my way
To those demons who sent me to pray,
Come at me! For there you shall lay

Never the sun, nor the night
Shall take away my flight
For I shall drive you out of my sight
And send you in an eternal blight

And to those who are blind,
they; whom with I've so foolishly dined,
I shall send you and your kind,
To nothingness! Where I have signed

Misty night,
A warm light

Sailing through the wind
Never having sinned

Stars are floating by
As I face the moon and lie
And as the birds pass I cry:
Oh how I wish I could fly

Fissures in the wall
And protruding splinters

Ruptured foundations
A falling roof

A little child runs inside
and cowers in fear

He tries to lose himself
but he's just there

Then the cracks give in,
as the fissures do
Does he live?
Or does he die?

How I love thee, thy Rain!
It takes away my toil and pain!

Woe be thy sun when there is rain,
For rain takes the sun's glowing sane
Woe be thy wind when stopping rain,
For it is not possible, it is in vain

How I love thee, thy rain!
Set me free from toil and pain!

Over the ocean,
Through the sky,
See that blue bird,
Once again fly

Dancing with the wind,
together with his spouse;
A beautiful dove,
Forever in arouse

Then, spinning with the clouds,
A tornado brews!
Will they separate?
Will they lose?

Now out of the sea and sky,
Finding an escape,
Like being lost in a flame,
The two disappear, they lose their shape

Through the forests,
to a tree,
They seem trapped...
But they are free