I wandered down in Demonsworld - the landscape of lost play
I wandered on the edge of time - where night was also day
The time was short - this time was mine
I was born for no reason
The lifetime of the one-eyed soul was only one dark season
Just draw them on stone
Engrave them on bone
Fly to the dead moon
and meet me there soon ;
Und du weisst, tief in mir, die einzigen Dinge, die es je geben wird
Mein Fleisch starb ab auf einem steinkalten Bett - am Rand der Zeit wo ich
liege
I slept on pain in Demonsworld, the night was deadly cold
And in the rain I drowned , surrounded by a thousand crystal souls
Just draw them on stone
Engrave them on bone
Fly to the dead moon
and meet me there soon ;
You came to me and gazed through them and through my open wounds
And then you saw the blasphemies dwelling in the heart of doom
I died deep down in Demonsworld - the landscape of lost play
My flesh deceased on stone cold bed - on the edge of time I lay
I slept on pain...
