Another story of life,
Chapters passing by,
Spirits rising high,
But memories gonna stay.

Exploring a new day,
The past has flown away,
Losing things which you can buy,
But memories gonna stay.


Life is a book with many chapters,
Stories, written by yourself,
Filling the lines, day by day,
For the universal bookshelf.

Starting with the childhood chapters,
Never written again,
Colorful dreams and fancy tales,
Sunk into the fen.

Another story of life,
Chapters passing by,
Spirits rising high,
But memories gonna stay.

Exploring a new day,
The past has flown away,
Losing things which you can buy,
But memories gonna stay.


Closing the final chapter of this book,
Filled with wisdom and truth,
Thinking about what was really good,
Looking back to the youth.

Losing strength but raising the mind,
Tired from living the life,
Taking the book which was finally signed,
To the place in afterlife.

Another story of life,
Chapters passing by,
Spirits rising high,
But memories gonna stay.

Exploring a new day,
The past has flown away,
Losing things which you can buy,
But memories gonna stay.

When night overtakes the light,
And the wind brings forth the cold's might.

Birds fall silent as darkness descends,
Autumn has reached its final end.

Eternal night
Has arrived
Missing daylight
Cold inside

Kaamos

Remember the time of the golden sun,
In the depths of winter, those days are gone.

There´s an old house with light in its pane,
Surrounded by darkness, a solitary domain.

Eternal night
Has arrived
Missing daylight
Cold inside

Kaamos

In the nocturnals silence, when the sky turns gray,
Kaamos rises, the daylight fades away.

Eternal night
Has arrived
Missing daylight
Cold inside

Kaamos
Has arrived

The graveyard lies there in peace
The mourning people have left
They cried tears on the grave
But now only rain is falling down

Silence returns
The trees protect the field
The mourners took farewell
But their thoughts remain behind

Darkness overcomes the graves
The leaves dance in the wind
A memorial for eternity
Left alone by the souls

The graveyard lies there in peace ...

The flowers wither
Letters on the headstone pale
Seasons pass by
Over a forgotten place

The graveyard lies there in peace ...

It was a warm summer day

When she went into the woods

Left with a smile

But without a word

She was never seen again

Since she went her way

With a little smile

On a warm summer day

The world has changed

Since that day ten years ago

The questions are still the same

And that will never change

The people searched for

Any sign in these woods

No letter, no traces

No return

Why

Oh why

Seemed like

A beautiful time

Why was there no goodbye?

Only her loving smile

On that warm summer day

When she went away

It was a warm summer day....

The sun glowed golden in her face

While the horizon blurred in the heat

When everything was so bright

Only a darkness in her heart

I still don´t understand

Why she went

Why she left everything behind

What happened inside her

Why...

(English below)

Des Nachts, im Walde
Der Himmel so klar
Eiseskälte
Doch die Sterne unmittelbar.

Die Flammen des Feuers
Leuchten den Sternen entgegen
Ohne ihnen jemals
Zu begegnen.

Die Funken verglühen
Als tanzendes Licht
So sehr sie sich bemühen
Sie schaffen es nicht

Sternennacht
Empor gebracht
Die Lichter der Seelen
An die wir gedacht.

Die wärmenden Flammen
Im eisgen Wind
Sie ziehen von dannen
Das Leben verrinnt.

Die Blicke gerichtet
Dem Himmel empor
Die Unendlichkeit gesichtet
Als das Herz erfror.

Sternennacht
Empor gebracht
Die Lichter der Seelen
An die wir gedacht

Starry Night

At night, in the forest,
The sky so clear,
Biting cold,
Yet the stars so near.

The flames of the fire
Glow toward the stars,
Never to meet them
From afar.

The sparks fade away
Like dancing light,
No matter how hard they try,
They can't reach their height.

Starry night,
Lifted high,
The lights of souls
We had in mind.

The warming flames
In the icy wind,
They depart from here,
Life slipping, thinned.

Eyes set above,
To the sky we stare,
Witnessing infinity,
As the heart grows bare.

Starry night,
Lifted high,
The lights of souls
We had in mind.

There was a man
Who had everything
What you can buy.
Wealth and power,
Even pretended friends.
But his heart was low,
His happiness was far away.
So he lost all sense
Of living his life.
Then he had a plan:
He descended into the underworld.

...

He felt isolated.
And it was cold and dark.
There was a mirror called "the real me".
But what he saw was a poor old man.
In another room there hung
the pictures of his friends.
But there were none.
He asked for help,
He asked for mercy.
No answer.
Only silence.
Sadly he lay down
His life was fading away.

And a fire started to burn.

..

And his body died.

..

His life was over.
And he left nothing behind.
No one will mourn him.
So he closed his eyes.

His soul returned to a new life.
The scars were gone, but the questions remain.
What is important and precious for us?
To get a rich and meaningful life.

...

Why do we keep making the same
Mistakes over and over again?
What is important for us
And others to live a meaningful life?

Why do we keep making the same
Mistakes over and over again?
What is important for us
And others to live a meaningful life?

As a child, there was a flower meadow.
It was colorful and smelled lovely.
The sun reflected in the dew drops
Of the various flowers.

It's summer again,
But it doesn't feel the same.
Everything grows, except me.
Everything shines, except me.

I believe this meadow still exists.
But will I ever see it again?
This memory of a better time.
Will I be able to re-create it?

This feeling of isolation,
Separates me from the outside.
My soul is trapped,
Like a bird in a cage.

I must only take a step outside
But I just can't do it.
My body is frozen.
My heart barely beats.

I believe this meadow still exists.
But will I ever see it again?
This memory of a better time.
Will I be able to re-create it?

I wake up in the morning,
But something holds me back.
I am trapped in my own thoughts,
A heavy weight on me that pushes me down.

I look through the window, see the people.
They celebrate summer, sing and dance.
But it's like a different world.
Separated from my inner self.

…
Can someone get me out of here?
Can anyone hear me?
…

There are shadows moving.
But are they real?
My view is clouded, dyed in gray.
It feels like everything´s falling apart.

But it's hard for me, I long for autumn.
When everything gets darker.
When everything withdraws and prepares for winter.
The winter, in which I'm already in.

I believe this meadow still exists.
But will I ever see it again?
This memory of a better time.
Will I be able to re-create it?

After sunset,
At night,
The creatures unite
Who abhors the light.

They move
Through the streets
Always searching
For something they never get.


The gods of the night
Obscure the bright.
But what always shines
Are the neon lights.

The urban suns,
In the middle of a black void,
Illuminated signposts
In the dark.


The lights paint them
In blue and red
The pain of the city
Makes them upset

Every moon
They gather again,
Following their
Nocturnal gods.


Nocturnal rites,
Celebrated by
The creatures of the night.
Under the neon suns.


They sink into
The nightly rush,
Guided by their
Mighty rage.

Living a gloomy life,
They are hungry for a reward
To fill the inner emptiness
That defines them.


In the sticky air,
Dust is stirred up.
It sparkles
in all colors like diamonds.

It is a special world,
With special rules.
Those who do not belong to it
Better stay in the dark.


The gods of the night
Obscure the bright.
But what always shines
Are the neon lights.

The urban suns,
In the middle of a black void,
Illuminated signposts
In the dark.


The lights paint them
In blue and red
The pain of the city
Makes them upset

Every moon
They gather again,
Following their
Nocturnal gods.


Nocturnal rites,
Celebrated by
The creatures of the night.
Under the neon suns.


Nocturnal rites,
Celebrated by
The creatures of the night.
Under the neon suns.