For the night that proudly stretched its wings In darkest periods of raging time I sing my verse while my desire clings On sinful arts reveling and sublime
I'm down towards my stage, beloved, Where splashing voices murmur To the nearby distance; Audible for only my soul's ears. When all the silent life
This is where I cry my silent longing for your grace, For the paralysing motion that your moods evoke in me. All your wonders live inside me, Fill
Dunkele Schwaden durchziehen das Land, Und sie wabern und wA¤lzen sich langsam voran. Sie kriechen durch WA¤lder, durch Sumpf und Morast, Sie durchwaten
Silentium obscuritate mira conditus sibi plenum In areis infinitis axis et super alis aureis spicarum.
When we were walking down the lane that night, The green turned grey and blue my mind. My time stood still and even did my feet, The night spread out
Of wisdom's shadows art thou made for real To hide what may distinguish or distract What forces life's existence to conceal Were it not of mysterious
Der Welten Glanz scheint ungetrübt In meinen Augen wieder. Fragen stiegen, Wissen sank Von hohen HA¤uptern nieder, Seit das Leben mich berief
For this very moment I free my pain, Images of blisses, Woebegone. You will have to show me My inner despite, You will have to lead me inside.
Ich sehe so hA¤ufig den alten Mann, Den Grauen, den Weisen Und seine Schriften. Ich sehe und denke so hA¤ufig daran, Die Lehre vergiften, Das Neue zu
The logs at the fireplace Burn warmth to the breeze Of my thoughts As they wander around Closed down To me. As the hours turn and fall And the warmth
When my dusk is drawn in the twilight's gleam A tear does fall in silent stream. When I raise my eyes for to see the light I go through the shadow's vastrous
Vernehm' ich's recht, was ich da glaub' zu hA¶ren? Ein schaurig Wabern von Getrab und Schritt, Als wollt' ein Alp die Ruhe jA¤h zerstA¶ren, Als riA?'
Reden wird er, KA¶nig vor sieben Jahren. Das Ross des Nordens, goldbedeckt... tot! Merlin im tiefen Grabe wehklagend also spricht: "Ich hab' das Wort
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Blackened lies in ashes arms The broken grace of rites; Through glowing mist the death appears And shows some withered soul the way. Dunkelheit lastet
Child of a fantasy. Demon of tyrants. Soil of atrocities. Mirror of sin. Once in a while when the drainedaways dream Of your speech as an eternal truth
Schillernde Wogen streifen durch das Land Wie damals, nur von Nebel trA?b' geworden Streifen sie grA?nster GrA?nde GrA¤ser, meine Hand, Wie damals halt