I will celebrate myself again
naked dying, proud of what I am
I dream and invite my fading soul
observing human sphere at all atone

swanlike I turn away from your despair
can't you see there's no beg for pardon
swanlike I turn away from your despair
a noble heart forever dying

under a fading lamp half dressed my brain
idling on some compulsive remain
I towel my shaven jaw and stare
riveted by a dark exhausted flair

swanlike I turn away from your despair
naked dying, proud of what I am
swanlike I turn away from your despair
idling on some compulsive remain

I look into my glass and view my wasting skin
and say "would God it came to pass"
my heard has shrunk as thin
for then I undistrest by hearts grown cold to me
could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity

for the time being I return
now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
and little more for they are not made whole
that reach the age of fallen Christ

a silent flight takes me away
from this ignorant world
a final cry deep in that night
swanlike I turn away

my inspiration
burning flames; glistening sounds
sapphire-dark and marrow-deep, silence around us

under a fading moon
will you ever be swanlike

A sweet disorder in the dress
kindless in clothes a wantonness
a lawn about the shoulders thrown
into a fine distraction
an erring lace which here and there
enthralls the crimson stomacher

I'm crying here
would you ever come with me
never let me infiltrate what I call free

and not expecting pardon
hardened in heard anew
thunder and rain with you
and grateful too

my reality for you
could be quenched simply by returning
to those shores where I might hear your voice
my reality for you
could be quenched simply by returning
to those shores where I might hear your voice
in a cantilena of blue

a sweet disorder in the dress
kindless in clothes a wantonness
a lawn about the shoulders thrown
into a fine distraction

I hold my breath for a moment
a soft breeze passes me by hiding this place
in the palm of bloody hands
emotions playing through the rain

when is the new beginning
the pale-faced picture in the mirror of tears
has been waiting for so long
-torn-

in my beginning is my end
life that in me has never rest
in my beginning is my end
all beautiful moments pushed away

no coward soul is mine
no trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere
dreams in light, faith shines equal
arming me from fear

we shall have no time for dances

there is not room for death
nor atom theat his might couldrender void
we are here
what we art may never be destroyed

for sunlight in your Eden

emotions and man were gone
and suns and universes ceased to be
I was left alone
every existence would exist in me

the sound of belched words lost in the wind
a few embraces dying
the sound of whispered thoughts lost in the wind
a few commandments lying

My youth was filled with forlorn dreams
brothers from the same ground like me died soon
but I awoke from this virtuous dilemma
and in that moment I knew

no more pain inside my mind
when it all falls apart
no more death beyond my name
loose a grip of all control

in life I saw the Black at all
bleeding with the sunlight never again
we wouldn't touch
your breath running dead and cold
survive the sound
so better you know

no more pain inside my mind
when it all falls apart
no more death beyond my name
loose a grip of all control

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight an ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
I am the soft stars that shine at night
do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die

when I the song of life have sung
my soul's relesaed, its flight begun
do not stand with grief-bowed head
my soul's just free, I am not dead!
I'll wait beyond the silent wall
with the hordes who've gone before
I cannot heed your pleading call
my soul's been freed forever more
I've found a place of peace and quiet
and boundless beauty rare
the day's not broken by the night
there's naught of trouble anywhere
rejoice, ye earth-bound one, with gathering
my soul is free inside my dreams

I will come down at night
to these resounding beaches
and the long gentle wind of the sea
here for a single hour in the wide starlight
I shall be happy for the dead are free

And after many a summer dies the swan

The woods decay and fall
the vapours weep their burdon to the ground
man comes and tills the fields and lies beneath
and after many a summer dies the swan

when the days of all golden dreams had perished
even despair was powerless to destroy
then did I learn how existence could be cherished
and fed without the aid of joy

then did I check the tears of useless passion
weaned my young soul from yearning after yours
sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
down to that tomb already more than mine

my dreams
my life
away
now I'm here
the abyss near
neverending

and even yet I dare not let it languish
dare not indulge in memory's repturous pain
once drinking deep of that divinest anguish
how could I seek the empty world again?

fall asleep and die in harmony
under the bright shadow of Dark Suns tragedy ...

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