Am Rande des Horizont Eng
In the bright light
of day
Light and darkness of the horizon.
In the bright light of the day day.
And in the darkness of the night.
Nothing is as it was before,
this sea begins
to rage again.
What is going on up there
on the horizon.
This Red Land
Red with lava is this land.
White is the sand,
hot is the wind
in this land.
This land full of fire
and lava.
The wall is illuminated
by the candle in the hand.
In the night like a mystery
of darkness in the glow
of the moon.
At the edge of the horizon
At the edge of the horizon,
across the sands of this land,
I hold this sword
in my hand.
Look across to the dune,
Stand still,
But don't look back
not a bit back,
to go the way to the end.
There breaks this light
After the answer in search.
But this lies like a shadow,
In a place still unknown to you.
There where this light breaks.
What it means for you,
whose meaning
you do not yet guess.
Show you what your dreams
still conceal,
from the mists of memory.
Your destiny is determined.
You are a warrior of the light.
But still like the wind so free
Run into the sunset
I don't give up
- Run into the sunset
against.
Tomorrow is another day.
Worrying thoughts keep
me awake the night.
Burning horizon
The horizon is on fire,
so run or burn.
A new creation of this world
st this possible.
Was it only the last time
which ends it finally.
Why do I still
still think of you.
What now, what should become.
In Organ-Rote Flammen
Die Kristallen Scherben
des Spiegels.
Die Zeit zerbricht
in Kristallen Scherben,
es bricht sich dies letzte Licht
am Horizont.
Dies letzte Licht
am Horizont darin,
in Organ-Rote Flammen.
Wie ein Spiegel ist
die Zeit zerbrochen,
die Flammen breiten sich aus.
Burning horizon
The horizon is on fire,
so run or burn.
A new creation of this world
st this possible.
Was it only the last time
which ends it finally.
Why do I still
still think of you.
What now, what should become.
In organ red flames
The crystals shards
Of the mirror.
Time shatters
in crystals shards,
it breaks this last light
on the horizon.
This last light
on the horizon in it,
in organ-red flames.
Like a mirror
time is broken,
the flames spread.
Rediscover you
I sit near you,
my gaze has discovered you.
In which your nearness would be,
I would like to be again.
Rediscover you
In my life,
To you once again go.
A tear, a picture of memory.
I would love to see you again
I feel so much like you.
Here I am, thinking of you.
The story
of the dawning day
This sunshine
covers this land.
With these flaming
layer of steel.
But also the time
To sit by the fire.
And tell stories.
Choose a new intercept.
The threads of thought
Reading symbols of dreams.
Meaning of dreams.
Interpretation of dream events.
Seeing what lies in it.
How the threads of thoughts
advertise a dream image.
Symbols of dreams.
Threads of thoughts.
Lets dream image wrestle.
The threads of thought
Reading symbols of dreams.
Meaning of dreams.
Interpretation of dream events.
Seeing what lies in it.
How the threads of thoughts
advertise a dream image.
Symbols of dreams.
Threads of thoughts.
Lets dream image wrestle.
Last comes the raven
Last comes the raven,
before you are buried,
this is what the old legends tell,
for thou as a child didst get to tell,
at the crimson fire sight
of the flames
you remember
the stories of the night.
Glow in the shade
The night begings.
You drink from it,
from these crysOn the table the tarot cards,
you draw a card,
look at it.
And now remember,
why you came
you came.
And if so
with what purpose.
As in the candlelight,
everything here
a beautiful glow
m shadow.tals of glass.
Collapsed towers
You have searched the way
through ice and snow.
No breath moves
the air as if frozen the world.
Past crumbled towers,
in the center of the snow tower.
Everything is different here,
in this strange land.
It goes over your head,
to this place without sunshine.
Fantasy of the ravens
Time falls in love,
she dreams
in the darkness of the night.
To dive in,
a breath of mystery
deep inside her.
In the isolation
in her own imagination,
she has the past
gifted.
Have the thoughts
transformed into images.
She talks to the ravens.
Question your
decision
A room in my head.
Head full of thoughts.
Question your decision.
Death took you away.
But I am here.
A room in my head.
Head full of thoughts.
The dream of you,
I live it now.
To die you had decided then
Decided.
Once again I question
your way.
And go on.
The words find
each other again
How quickly
the empty pages fill up.
Let the pen run
across the paper.
And find the words in the paper.
The words burned
burned into my thoughts.
These can only be found on paper
again.
Bright day
The light and the darkness
of the horizon.
In the bright light of day.
And in the darkness of night.
Nothing like before.
This sea can be fished
Angry again.
what happens above on the horizon?
Show me your dreams
still hidden.
This light
Breaks there In search of answers.
But this one lies like a shadow To a place.
That you don't know yet.
The place where this light breaks.
What it means to you it means
You haven't guessed yet.
Show me your dreams still hidden
From the fog of memory .
Your destiny is certain.
You are a warrior of light.
But free as the wind.
At the edge of the horizon
-In Organ-Red Flames
In Organ-Red Flames
are
the crystals shards
Of the mirror.
Time breaks
in crystals shards,
it breaks this last light
on the horizon.
Here on this edge of the horizon,
This land of sand
I hold this sword
in my hand.
In organ red flames
Are the broken crystal pieces of the mirror.
This last light is broken on the horizon.
Beyond this horizon this sandlan.
Hold this sword in my hand.
A broken crystal fragment of a mirror.
This last light is refracted on the horizon.
Beyond this horizon, this sandlan.
Hold this sword in your hand.
Am Rande des Horizont Eng
