Exposed with hands as empty
as the opposite space,
crawling we move
to where the final station lies,
to whom is the debt
that we are forced to pay...?
Real forces dare to appear only
when we turn away,
truth reveals itself
A face ordained to hypocrites...
Tongue of silence, lick my lips,
steal my thoughts, steal my pride.
My soul lies offered as I'm waiting,
intoxicate me when you step inside...
Hold my hands, my hands are trembling,
your charming beauty takes my breath,
fragrant perfumes veil my senses,
hold my hands sweet...
I shattered all the mirrors
that they won't be able to remember
Darkest of all lights
most greedy to embrace
surrounded by demons
and breathing in life...
"I don't want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord...
thought His hand I am
Anna's music has the power to transport me to another time & place... in my mind it looks like an Addams Family-esque Victorian ballroom where everyday is Halloween. I love it.
"In der Palästra" is my ringtone :)
That little mountain raises (silently)
while other dissolve into a plain
time redefines itself (irrationally)
and falls in sadness grain by grain...
"Time heals all the wounds"
The two-tongued echo seems to say
but nothing, nothing changes
still pain remains...