Promise - Thou Crown Of The Death Cult

Through the exalted darkness

of the future past

the murmuring longs for light

for a way out

between dual worlds

Silenced is the indifferent attention

And it seems to me

as if I would see an undergarment

that, tied up in a tree,

is a sanctuary for the humble ones

Conjured up by the power

of a fading second sun

three fingers of my left hand are

set free weakened seed in the uncertainty

of bloodsoaked mire

Yesterday I meant it just like

it sounds tomorrow

It was contact with the nothingness

that tatooed my third finger

But when the amfibian opened to me

I seemed to be someone else

and cut off my entire arm

I catch you with my bringer of death

and you still think it was insanity

yet it is promised:

I will kill myself furthermore

Oh Promise - Thou Crown Of The Death Cult

When black raindrops serve only the one goal

to burn in nocturnal insignificance

And he who is nailed to his own cross

feels the wish

to prefer You Death over a life that never

existed

Then the distant point in time has arrived

to gaze into your redeeming eyes

and to welcome one's own downfall

with open arms