Faded writing on a stone
Hated poison in my being
No black butterfly that flew
No priest spoke the obituary
Do you know who I was and what I am?
I am the black butterfly
Who is swinging with you to heaven
Because you're all I've got
I sing when there's nothing left in you
And I dance on my grave
Feel you so deep and close
Find you, for you are there
Transform you every day
With every new wing stroke
Do you know what you are doing and what you are?
I am the black butterfly
Who is swinging with you to heaven
Because you're all I've got
I sing when there's nothing left in you
And I dance on my grave
Shadows lay over the land
The candle has burnt down
Only a last glimmer remains of the day
I dance and dance and dance for you still
When the house of your soul is in flames
and there is no way out of you
You are helpless for air because of the morning
which comes to you, hindering your breathing every time
When desire stirs and with anxiety
you feel that time is fleeing you like a fog
When you scream like in your mind, in the midst
of thousands, and yet no one sees you
If no one wants you and you live
in the exile of your own hopeless world
Every friendly hand has been banished for a long time,
the pain overcomes you, let me go
Do you finally know who I am?
I am the black butterfly
Who is swinging with you to heaven
Because you're all I've got
I sing when there's nothing left in you
And I dance on my grave
And I dance on my grave
And I dance on my grave