Planning dark deeds,
The Moon grins from the sky,
While stars, as if myriads of arrows,
Aim at the dream's silhouettes.
Love gloats and laughs,
And we are in the crosshair.
WIth my hand
I cover your heart
You can fly
Without any fear
Your heart is two-faced
Covered with soft grass
From above
But with the rock-hard bottom.
Look and don't believe your eyes
The black creature hides in the sky
In his gaze I feel the trouble
Didn't knew and will never learn
Why he needs your soul
As it won't burn even in Hell
WIth my hand
I cover your heart
You can fly
Without any fear
Your heart is two-faced
Covered with soft grass
From above
But with the rock-hard bottom.