The shadows
by the moon's light
I once chose this path.
I will prove to you
what counts for me.
Tell you what,
the last dream tells me.
Image of the silvery moon,
whose power I show you,
here I am with new power
awakened.
One more thought of you,
I take pleasure in it.
From the black horiznot
the shadows break,
By the moon's light.
Moon:
The darkness is now met
the glow of the moon
Meet the darkness now
Glow of the moon.
Moonlight
and darkness
Burned from blood,
this potion
A lust from bloody thoughts
from which images
images are created.
Up into the tower,
on moonlight
the darkness arrives.
From me are painted
the pictures in the darkness.
Smothered in the night,
I am like a shadow
in the night.
On the horizon
the moon
Up to the moon,
that crests there on the horizon.
Up to the moon,
he put out this sword.
This sword to show
that he is now ready
to the cramp,
you are ready to
to go through fire.
To go through fire,
to face the danger.
Everywhere here lies cold snow,
as in the white everything seems lost,
because if you look
to the horizon on ice and snow.
The full moon in autumn
The full moon in autumn
moves a lot,
it will show
what will happen
here in this rainy land,
at the edge of the fog
of the fog-filled forest,
it looks mysterious.
This enlightened
place in moonlight:
Drink from the crystal clear ocean,
everything about this place
reminds of a dream.
To this place illuminated by moonlight
in the mist deeply interwoven,
the rats rise
from their shadowy holes.
In the trees sounds
the call of the owl.
Here you are in the middle of a
in a night dream.
This place in the moonlight,
a world of its own.
This Silver Image
The full moon standing high,
one more thought
more of you.
In the silver
this rose garden is dipped,
a breath of blood scent
lies in the air.
This silvery image,
like a secret
in the darkness.
Against black horizon
the shadows break
in the light of the moon.
In the black room of the night
I am like a light in the mist
in a world of darkness.
This sword I hold ready
for the late time,
for the struggle for paradise.
In the shadow play of the night,
much mystery at midnight.
The tree stands in the light of the moon.
A dark dream in the black space
of the night.
Black mirror
Flame glow in the darkness,
far from sunshine.
Lovely wine,
a drop touches
lightly my body.
Window pane
-Black mirror
Glances lead
through the darkness.
Shadows dance in the glow
of these flames.
Through this darkness
my gaze falls
my gaze falls on cold snow.
What am I missing?
I knew it a moment ago.
But the night
has kissed me.
What am I doing here
in this strange place?
Darkness
and predator
The wildness a part of me
here I am a predator
of darkness.
In me the power of the eternal night.
The fewest really understand me
see me as I am
repeat as I was.
This black tower
under tent of fate
here this black tower,
under the tent of fate.
Of the starry horizon,
to understand the shadow hours
To understand
To explore the darkness.
So that the forgotten memories.
Are found again
here on earth.
To feel the old pain,
To touch your heart.
The dark walk
The dark walk to the world
downfall.
Along the schweifel flames.
The Hollen fire.
From the deep soul.
The dark angel called.
In the strange
building
In the strange building,
I make my rounds.
In this dream hour.
Dream of the hour of shadows,
a round through the shadows
of my night.
Goddess of wolves
Light in the mist.
Like the angels of the stars.
Sword to the cramp
for paradise.
This will happen,
you will see it.
In the spectacle of the night,
the tree stands
in the moonlight.
Blood stained
is this way.
Hot
is the cramp's embers.
Is the future shrouded in darkness,
filled with the black
of night.
A room full of mirrors,
strangely unreal
like a dream.
The waves in the sea,
they become more and more
the sea is raging.
The hair of the goddess
of the wolves
it darkens the world
as everything breaks in on itself
without the light of hope.
The paradise of wolves
This ancient written,
like a fairy tale,
the book of the moon.
It is about the downfall
of the world,
how the wolves wander this world
in search of the paradise
for paradise.
Also the flower virgin is
described in it
in this seemingly fairy tale book.
Downfall as a transition
to paradise.
The hour of the wolf
The hour of the wolf
Write the stanzas
of the last events
of the mystery,
the hour of the wolf.
It is the hour of disasters.
Let the storm of doubts
run free.
The circle of thoughts
make their rounds,
to the hour of destiny.
The hour of the wolf .
Look in passing shadows,
the gloomy span
before the morning gauzes
Wolf Hour and Shadow Round
The wolf hour and the shadow round.
The hours in the shadow of the wolf.
The mists of darkness
of darkness play with despair
This dark being
in the moonlight.
Shadow in the moonlight.
I once chose this path.
Tell me your last dream .
This silver moon portrait,
This dark whose in the moonlight.
I enjoy it from the black horizon
To watch the shadows break.
This beauty in the night.
Beauty of the moon
and the wolf goddess.
Moon and its beauty at night.
The night has its own charm.
Wolf and his goddess.
Beauty in the night.
Die Schönheit des Mondes Eng
