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Secret Places
03:50
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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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2. |
Nightshade
03:51
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Nighttime follows in that broken land
And you sink into a plain of sand
From this golden haze you never will arise
Burned and buried for a thousand lies
Nighttime swallows waving hands
Veiled by darkness you will understand
Hear the silence
And feel the pain
Lost in those spaces
You will go insane
In these golden playing grounds
You hear voices like a siren's sound
Follow traces of demons nigh
A star is twinkling like a firefly
In this golden desert ground
You hear screaming like the siren's sound
Follow traces of horses nigh
A light is passing like a firefly
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Fliegergedicht
03:25
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Wir träumen den uralten, seltsamen Traum:
mit Flügeln am Arm in unendlichem Raum...
die Sehnsucht ist groß, und wir möchten so gern
zur Sonne so weit, zu den Sternen so fern.
Wir wachsen durch Kampf mit Sturm und Braus
von selbst über Kleinmut und Schwächen hinaus
und trinken in Herzen, berauscht und gebannt,
das himmlische Licht über irdischem Land.
Wir sind unseres Schicksals Schmied,
wir singen ein leuchtendes trutziges Lied;
wir fühlen beglückt über Wolken und Höh'n:
das Leben, es glüht, sollt' die Welt auch vergehn!
Wir treiben kein leichtes, vermessenes Spiel,
wir haben ein stolzes, ein köstliches Ziel:
wir weisen den Weg aus Taumel und Tanz
in einsamen, ewigen, silbernen Glanz!
Wir wachsen durch Kampf mit Sturm und Braus
von selbst über Kleinmut und Schwächen hinaus
und trinken in Herzen, berauscht und gebannt,
das himmlische Licht über irdischem Land.
Wir treiben kein leichtes, vermessenes Spiel,
wir haben ein stolzes, ein köstliches Ziel:
wir weisen den Weg aus Taumel und Tanz
in einsamen, ewigen, silbernen Glanz!
wir weisen den Weg aus Taumel und Tanz
in einsamen, ewigen, silbernen Glanz!
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Scattered Clouds
05:04
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Dive through the blackened starry night
Desperate for life and hungry for light
Through scattered clouds your arrow flies
Wiping away all fears and lies
Tossed in the storm, tossed in the rain
The boundless night becomes your bane
And then you suffer from a hazy
Shade of winter - but remain
The hazy shades of disbelief
Of many a rumour, of many a grief
On a surface of crystal, on a plane of snow
Rises the faith of the overthrow
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5. |
Der letzte Flug
04:50
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Und wenn dies die letzten Sterne sind,
die meine Augen gesehn -
so leg' ich die Hand in Gottes Hand
und weiß, es ist gut geschehn.
Der letzte Tag, der letzte Flug,
Das letzte Spiel, der letzte Zug.
Das ist die Stunde, die mich verlangt,
und ich schau mich nicht mehr um.
Der bittere Weg, den ich gehen muß,
ich gehe ihn hart und stumm.
Der letzte Tag, der letzte Flug,
Das letzte Spiel, der letzte Zug.
Das Leben ist groß, und die Erde ist weit,
und meiner harrte das Licht;
nun sinke ich früh in Dunkel und Tod,
doch klagen brauche ich nicht.
Der letzte Tag, der letzte Flug,
Das letzte Spiel, der letzte Zug.
Dann werde ich Flamme mit euch sein
und Kraft in eurer Hand
und Sturmwind, der eure Banner bauscht,
und Funke im großen Brand.
Der letzte Tag, der letzte Flug,
Das letzte Spiel, der letzte Zug.
Der letzte Tag, der letzte Flug,
Das letzte Spiel, der letzte Zug.
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6. |
Flughymne
03:07
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Wir schwingen uns auf, wir stürmen empor,
die weite Erde zu Füßen,
durch Nebel und Wolken stoßen wir vor,
die flammende Sonne zu grüßen!
Das Herz wird uns frei, die Seele wird weit,
zu Häupten die Heere der Sterne,
wir atmen den Hauch der Unendlichkeit
und grüßen die Weltenferne!
Wir schwingen uns auf, wir stürmen empor,
wir steigen beglückt ber Wolken und Höh'n:
durch Nebel und Dunkel stoßen wir vor,
Das Leben, es glüht, sollt' die Welt auch vergehn!
Das Herz wird uns frei, die Seele wird weit,
wie Tau glitzern funkelnde Sterne,
wir atmen den Hauch der Ewigkeit
in endloser Weltenferne!
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7. |
Silence at Night
04:01
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There is a silence when people frown
The healing hand of strangled sound
There is a silence ghostlike and strained
In the fervent heat when the senses fade
At night, at night
At night, at night
There is a silence of afternoon
When the thoughts will stop in a sudden boon
There is a silence of peace - beguiled
If the tribes become reconciled
At night, at night
At night, at night
There is a silence when the North wind stops
And the Eastern storm brings the locust plague
There is a silence if the pact is revealed
The dark concealment, secrets sealed
At night, at night
At night, at night
There is a silence if the errand is late
A ghostlike calm, a breath of fate
There is a silence in the dimming light
And there is the silence, the silence
At night, at night
At night, at night
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8. |
Nightwind
02:59
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The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing dreary moves me:
I will not, cannot go.
That wind I used to hear
With joy divinely deep
You might have seen my hot tears
But rapture made me weep
I used to love on winter nights
To lie and dream alone
Of all the hopes and real delights
My early years had known
And oh above the rest of those
That coming time should bear
Like heaven's stars they rose
Still beaming bright and fair
Like heaven's stars they rose
Still beaming bright and fair
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9. |
Broken Wings
04:11
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In Late July - the sun is glowing
Far away seems all despair
And in the vales the corn is growing
With golden heads so bright and fair
The wind is tearing on my wings of steel
And sorrow fills my broken heart
I carry wounds that cannot heal
And you and I lie worlds apart
I like to see it when the birds are flying
Their carelessness I have to bear
And in their moves all weight denying
Escaping from the eagle's stare
The wind is tearing on my wings of steel
And sorrow fills my broken heart
I carry wounds that cannot heal
And you and I lie worlds apart
And in the distance a stream is flowing
Dark waters run towards the sea
Against the storm small boats are rowing
The ocean is our retreat
The wind is tearing on my wings of steel
And sorrow fills my broken heart
I carry wounds that cannot heal
And you and I lie worlds apart
Weariness like lingering poison
Where joy it used to be
Clouds are gathering around my prison
As far as the eye can see
The wind is tearing on my wings
And grief it fills my broken heart
I carry wounds of a thousand flames
And you and I lie worlds apart
The wind is tearing on my wings of steel
And sorrow fills my broken heart
I carry wounds that cannot heal
And you and I lie worlds apart
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10. |
Dream of Flowers
03:31
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Paralyzed in dreams long before my wake
Tossed in nightmares long before the day
I'm sinking back into weightlessness
And sinking back into unconsciousness
I dream of flowers, fern, moss, and grass
I see a child stumbling through a field of gold
I dream of clover, wolfbane, and leopard's bane
And the eagle's soaring in the haze
I slip from darkness into the morning light
Stand and watch the distance, gaze into the night
And my eyes are open, I feel a silent breeze
But my sight is broken and colours fade
I go down on my knees try to touch the ground
And desert sand is running through my hands
I see a star shining in the darkened sky
My tears refracting light like broken glass
Broken glass, broken glass
Broken glass, broken glass
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Darkwood Dresden, Germany
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