I wandered down in Demonsworld - the landscape of lost play

I wandered on the edge of time - where night was also day

The time was short - this time was mine

I was born for no reason

The lifetime of the one-eyed soul was only one dark season



Just draw them on stone

Engrave them on bone

Fly to the dead moon

and meet me there soon ;



Und du weisst, tief in mir, die einzigen Dinge, die es je geben wird

Mein Fleisch starb ab auf einem steinkalten Bett - am Rand der Zeit wo ich

liege



I slept on pain in Demonsworld, the night was deadly cold

And in the rain I drowned , surrounded by a thousand crystal souls



Just draw them on stone

Engrave them on bone

Fly to the dead moon

and meet me there soon ;



You came to me and gazed through them and through my open wounds

And then you saw the blasphemies dwelling in the heart of doom

I died deep down in Demonsworld - the landscape of lost play

My flesh deceased on stone cold bed - on the edge of time I lay



I slept on pain...