Take back the curse which blinds the light
That was to be my gardens sun!
Ive seen the green hills in my dreams,
Seen fountains gushing butterflies
But ravens wings shadowed the gleam.
Men are wont to propagate strength
Foreign to the secret longing of hearts,
Finding strength in defeat.
But my mirrors tell-tale image
Fled the shadow of the giant, who
Walks in moonshade over mountains
Capped with snow. The frosty scream,
Shattering the pureness of castles in ice,
Emotion-cold in steel-shimmering rooms,
Broke chunks of pain from my mind.
And see!, a flaming spectre raised its sword,
Severed the eagles chains, fettered to mountains,
Who, sending off hosts of rainbow-sparks
Ascended to blue and partly clouded skies
While the giant raged underneath.
Another ones likeness followed the prodigal,
The wayward eagle on the way to freer skies,
Who, following pioneered trails, haunts city-bars
In the high season of wanton indulgence.
Lifetide tumbling, blood, tangled in her veins
Spurts out, soiling snow. Burning screams,
Crashing mirrors of crumbling faces in rage,
Vivid with horror in emotion-filled apartments,
Drove the wish of death into my guilty mind,
Urging me to flee the place of my sin.