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lyrics
You always come back
as a ghost in my head.
When ghosts become nomads,
we sing our song to lead the dead.
Take our hands and take our heads,
Take our voices and make us mad.
We bury our hell in the days to come,
This way our death will be less alone.
We bury our hell in the days to come,
This way our death will be less alone.
One day we’ll find the phantoms hymn,
silence will end, when everyone sings:
We (ghost become nomads) walk on echoes
We (we sing our songs) walk on echoes
We (we lead the dead) walk on echoes
We (our time will come) walk on echoes
Ahead
Naked to the bone. Le sang a sonné. Es sang die Sonne. And then the sun was gone. And the sparkling sky was filled with fireflies. Crystal eyes. Hear the light breaking inside bodies – love bodies love bodies love bodies love bodies love bodies but there are secrets lurking in crypts. Incorporated. Howling in nightmares. Time is guilt that returns eternally. And holy is only ecstasy in ecstasy.
Wake up child,
the times has come
the cuckoos and the owls
are gone,
sleep safely in the woods.
Wake up child,
The night is gone,
Can’t you hear
larks sing their songs,
the sapphire day has dawned.
All around
The night is gone,
Can’t you see
the whizzing fawns
break up straw and grass.
All around
the times has come,
the scent of poppies
dyes the corn,
dissolves all our thoughts.
Wake up child,
the time has come,
the emerald world
whirls through the atoms,
eradicates our errors.
It’s midsummer forever.
It’s midsummer forever.
In twisted times
beauty is eerie to hear,
the weak appear ugly
and kindness is feared.
In twisted times
devils become saints,
saints disappear
and indulgence is feared.
In twisted times
Idle hands are Gods tools,
sacred the fools,
when madness rules.
In twisted times
Music is all over the place,
but passion is disgrace.
So dance in the silence.
We kiss the violence,
sober, sober.
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