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Secret Places
03:43
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In search of secret places
Our silver arrow flies
In search of silent traces
Crashing from the sky
And the desert receives us
Like enemies, like friends
The desert takes us gently
Into her burning hands
The earth is like an anvil
The hammer of the sun falls down
A flaming glow in front of the eyes
Like a golden, thorny crown
And the desert receives us
Like enemies, like friends
The desert takes us gently
Into her torturing hands
Then in the distance haunts a shadow
A flickering shadow passes by
And with the last breath from our souls
We fill the air with a desperate cry
The man slightly turning
A look creating hope
His liquid gift of nature
Releases our rope
And the desert esteems us
Like enemies, like friends
And the desert leaves us gently
From her golden hands
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Forgotten Beauty
04:11
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Have you ever seen a rose bud
Bursting of strength and lust
Have you ever seen a man
With dreams turned into dust
In night and fog extinguished
Life - emptied like a cup
A forgotten beauty
Goes down in history's mud
The long black knives yet sharpened
And ready for betrayal
Cut the veins of life and hope
And all is doomed to fail
Black dreams, black hopes, black virtue
Now pale, abandoned, lost
Suffocated perfection
A heaven with locked doors
Bow down in deep submission
And honour the silence of death
Then stand tall, eyes to the horizon
Blood for the blood that was shed
Black dreams, black hopes, black virtue
Now pale, abandoned, lost
Suffocated perfection
A heaven with locked doors
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Deutsche Sonnwend
02:37
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Wenn auf düstrem Bergeskamme
Aufbrennt unsrer Sehnsucht Licht,
Und die heilge Glut der Flamme
Lodernd in die Weltnacht bricht,
Stehn wir ernst geschart im Kreise,
Starren in lebendige Glut,
Spüren stark die wilde heiße
Deutsche Stimme uns im Blut.
Brennen über uns die Sterne,
Brennt in uns das Herz voll Not,
Brennt der Ruf in alle Ferne!
Flammt, ein einziges Gebot.
Sonnwendfeuer, Notwendfeuer,
Endzeit du und Zeit der Wende!
Übergroß und ungeheuer
Zwingt es Hände nun in Hände.
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Stiller Bund
04:16
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Lagen wir in stillem Bund im Felde,
Sahen Sturmwolken ziehen -
Hielt Deine zitternden Hände,
Aus Furcht, Du könn'st entfliehen.
Ein Schwur, ein Herz gebrochen -
Das Schicksal verlacht -
Wir ahnten es nur
Und dann kam die Nacht.
Liegen wir in stillem Weh im Felde,
Die Schatten entfliehen -
Halt Deine Hände umschlossen,
Doch Du willst weiterziehen.
Ein Schwur, ein Bund gebrochen -
Das Mitleid verlacht -
Wir ahnen es nun
Und es naht die Nacht.
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Darkwood Dresden, Germany
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