This page brings you, in no particular order regarding importance or time, texts I wrote. Some are songtexts, others just fiction. Some more texts can be found on the Metal- and LARP-pages, which you can reach through the portal. And remember, it´s art ;) (hey, I know there´s some ugly english in there). The copyright for all texts on this page is mine.
LE CAUCHEMAR
Green clouds over seas of green
Dead children on my table
The ghost of mum flies in between
Please tell me another one…
Nightmares coming from within
Make my blood run cold – LE CAUCHEMAR
Nightmares from the world we´re living in
Make me so much colder – LE CAUCHEMAR
An ocean of leaves, the cars drive on.
To an island in the middle
Separated from the world beyond
By miles and miles of land
A cloud of poison gas is coming
To reap our souls at last
The cars they offer no escape
The mists are everywhere
repeat
I´m working in my room at night
My girl is coming in
She picks a carcass from the floor
To put it on my table
Another child is hidden
In the case of my computer
Mutilated and destroyed they sit
Now dead without a reason
repeat
The ghost of mum, she looks for me
From inside a dream
She comes to me and calls for me
To follow where she beckons.
A halo, white and shining fierce
Surrounds her head to toe
I tell her now to rest in peace
Is she friend or foe?
EVILIGION (performed by salacious SCUM)
Kill, Slay, to god you say you pray
Pain, Death, the foe draws his last breath
Hate, Greed, agony is all you breed
Money, Power, the churches cross-topped towers
Hunger, Pray, for Allah you will slay
Murder, Terror, with fear you wage your war
Blood, Tyranny, you reign in your own family
Djihad, Bleeding, the sickle-moon comes feeding
maybe these two are not the worst,
they just, by accident, killed the most
all cults are the same to me,
not to follow, but to be.
| V E R S E 1 |
sand runs through your hands | ||
| V E R S E 2 |
pulled down by life | ||
| V E R S E 3 |
we`re held by thoughts | ||
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sea of blood
refrain
bloody hell now all around, fighting everywhere repeat refrain
bloodshed, havoc on the plains, lives are fading fast
wreck the homes, crush the ribs |
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last call (performed by salacious SCUM)
wreckage, blackness
emotions so deep
warmth & kindness |
| V E R S E 1 |
the fighter whirling round and round | ||
| V E R S E 2 |
a rage unleashed, aimless circling | ||
| V E R S E 3 |
a might restrained so hot and bold | ||
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| V E R S E 1 |
television screams at me | ||
| R E F R A I N |
killing for money | ||
| V E R S E 2 |
blood & death are on the screen | ||
| REPEAT REFRAIN | |||
| V E R S E 3 |
if everything goes on and on | ||
| REPEAT REFRAIN | |||
| V E R S E 4 |
if we are all to live here | ||
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| E r V e s 1 |
run around & kill a cat | ||
| i r N A i F r |
stupid men have funny thoughts | ||
| s E v e R 2 |
hideous beauty, be a star | ||
| r E e V S 3 |
stupid fishes in the air | ||
| e S v E R 4 |
psychic children rape the land |
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| V E R S E 1 |
the thunderstorm is coming | ||
| R E F R A I N |
split the sky, | ||
| V E R S E 2 |
storm- clouds are a´rolling | ||
| REPEAT REFRAIN | |||
| V E R S E 3 |
the air is split by lightning | ||
| REPEAT REFRAIN | |||
| V E R S E 4 |
lightning hits a tree | ||
| O U T R O |
rain is falling, clear the earth |
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//whisper// what is coming, what is near? //end//
imagine a handsome farmer,//very quietly// what is coming, what is near? //end//
imagine a dark and evil shadow,//spoken// what is coming, what is near? //end//
imagine more than hundred riders,//spoken louder// what is coming, what is near? //end//
imagine riders reach a cottage//spoken still louder// what is coming, what is near? //end//
imagine a farmer tries to hide//shout// what is coming, what is near? //end//
imagine a blood-stained farmer//scream//nothing is to come, cause they´re already here! //end//
Rock ´n´Roll devils
play the music loud
faster, harder, louder
shout the lyrics proud
//repeat//
late afternoon, the session begins
the drummer has started, we play to win
bassline is pulsing, rhythm amasse´d
violin is screaming, this song is fast
//repeat refrain twice//
moods are high, the evening proceeds,
strings so fiercely sound, working out the lead.
the level will go up as drinks are flowing free
wildly shouts the singer, a voice that shatters glass
//repeat refrain twice//
late at night we reach the session´s peak.
a lot of drinks are gone, we all are full by now.
the guitar is running free, the notes are flying past
this song is coming steady, feel the mighty blast
//repeat refrain twice//
early in the morning we all are losing force,
the fingers now get tired, the vioce is sounding worse
no fuel is left, all are past their peak.
music now sounds good, but only in our ears
| V E R S E 1 |
come on, walk the streets all day, | |
| R E F R A I N |
the wrath of the gods is falling on you | |
| V E R S E 2 |
big man, fight the world today, | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
| V E R S E 3 |
walk the same path day by day | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
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YOU DIDN`T THINK WE WOULD DO A THING?! |
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| V E R S E 1 |
Sometimes when I hang around thinking ´bout my life | |
| R E F R A I N |
It´s time to move on | |
| V E R S E 2 |
Sometimes when I look around everything is grey | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
| V E R S E 3 |
Sometimes when I talk to someone I thought I knew | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
| B R I D G E |
Then a time comes, a time to decide | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN TWICE |
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| I N T R O |
envy, greed, disaster I hurt to prove I´m master I make my hurt thy own before in it I drown | |
| R E F R A I N |
I see it, I hate it | |
| BRIDGE | ||
| V E R S E 1 |
I know it´s just a nightmare | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN *** BRIDGE | ||
| V E R S E 2 |
I don´t want to feel this way | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN *** BRIDGE | ||
| V E R S E 3 |
I know how it could hurt me
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once our civilization was thriving,
economy was well.
sciences were working for the good of humanity
we´re crawling over the remains of our civilization
now, the world looks different:
we destroy, what we built just years ago
peace is prepared and war is fought
prejudices rule our minds.
we´re crawling over the remains of our civilization
politicians and TV feed off our misery,
we find a new medicine so the people can live another day,
so the weapon we made yesterday kills them anyway.
sports are not for sport anymore, money makes it all move on
we´re crawling over the remains of our civilization
Darkness is covering the world, and it´s not coming from the east.
>>It´s coming from inside.<<
The Man Who Died
Intro
The man in his shining metal armour
running down the hill, and over the creek
his sword by his side, he´s elegantand
swift. Humanity´s warrior, that´s what he is.
There he comes, the big, dark Ork.
Trotting over the field, the axe in hand.
Strong and brutal in nature, he burns
what he passes and eats what he finds
The armies approaching all over the plains
many a thousand they count and battle they will
A fight for house and family it´s to the humans,
a kill for a living to the darkskinned Orks
Now they can see each other,
trembling with the sight.
A fight to death it´s going to be.
Just a mile till the big clash of weapons and of men.
The men come to a halt, preparing for the strike
Screaming and running, the bloodlust´s on the Orks,
Sword drawn, the man awaits his foe
Howling mad with rage, the whirls round his axe.
Now they can see the white in their eyes,
all are poised to strike
in a wide arc, axe is swinging wild
The human´s shield will hold the blow.
Dancing and darting the duel goes back and forth
Instrumental part: THE DUEL
The human, he parries, the Ork does slash
The shield is worn and battered, splinters
by the force. The ork is shouting madly, his
axe has found the way. The human blood is spurting
Still he tries to fight on breath is coming short.
His opponent is stronger cleaving off the hand.
Now defence is gone, the Ork is going wild.
He swing his weapon hard, splintering the skull
The human, he goes down, showering his blood.
The Ork is battling on, to kill another man.
Outro
| R E F R A I N |
The lust to live | |
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| V E R S E 1 |
Friendship, this is life | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
| V E R S E 2 |
Music, this is life | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
| V E R S E 3 |
Reading, this is life | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
| V E R S E 4 |
Playing, this is life | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
| V E R S E 5 |
Thinking, this is life | |
| REPEAT REFRAIN | ||
| V E R S E 6 |
Even sorrow, this is life
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We´re talking, drinking, all having fun.
We´re partying, strolling, borders are none.
We´re quarreling, hurting, it´s not always fun.
We´re laughing, discussing, friends we´ve become.
I´m floating, drifting, my brain is light.
We´re steaming, panting, everything is right.
I´m feeling, touching, you´re by my side.
We´re loving, caressing all through the night.
I´m longing, yearning for your presence.
We´re talking, walking, life makes sense.
I´m watching, breathing, athmosphere´s tense.
We´re cuddling, kissing, it´s no pretense.
To Lie On Someone´s Bed
To Be By Someone Fed
To Discuss How Lifes Are Led
To Drink The Wine So Red
To Speak About Things In Bed
To Talk About Each One´s Dread
To Explore The Depths Of The Head
Till The Wine Conquers The Brain Instead
Good music is like life
Good music is like life
When achieved
There is no need to strife
If believed
Follow your feeling
Enjoy what you do hear
You´ll be reeling
When your sound does tear
Don´t be kneeling
If it´s music you fear
The one that´s appealing
-Your music- is near
Music has its life
If believed
If for life you thrive
You´ll conceive
You´ll live
DER KRIEGER
Ein kleiner Junge lag auf einem kleinen Hügel inmitten einer weiten, grasbedeckten Ebene. Das Gras war vom langen Sommer schon etwas braun. Insekten brachten die Luft zum Summen. Die Trägheit eines Spätsommer- Nachmittages lag über der Ebene. Leise schallten die Geräusche des Dorfes über den Hügel, auf dem der Junge lag. Er hatte sich nach einem anstrengenden Tag auf den Feldern heimlich weggeschlichen. Nun lag er dösend in der schwächer werdenden Sonne. Von Zeit zu Zeit blickte er auf und schaut sich um, als wollte er sicher gehen, daß niemand kommt.Gerade schien er ein Geräusch aus der Richtung des nahen Wäldchens gehört zu haben. Blinzelnd schaute er in die Schatten. Sein Blick schweifte wieder und wieder über die Baumreihen, als er plötzlich eine Bewegung wahrnahm.
Der Krieger trat aus dem Schatten des großen Baumes ins Sonnenlicht. Er kam langsam auf den kleinen Jungen zugelaufen und sah ihn von oben bis unten an. Der Kleine hatte sich in der Zwischenzeit aufgesetzt. Er wirkte verängstigt und neugierig zugleich. Der Mann ging in die Hocke und lächelte den Jungen an. Seine wachen Augen blitzten, als er ihn mit sanfter Stimme fragte: "Wo sind denn deine Eltern?". Der Junge, bei dem die Neugier nun gesiegt zu haben schien, fragte zurück, "Wer will das wissen?" Der große Mann antwortete, "Jemand, der es gut meint." Das schien dem Junge zu genügen, der nur mit einem Schulterzucken in Richtung des Dorfes hinter sich wies. Dabei betrachtete er den Unbekannten eingehend.
Der Krieger blickte in die gewiesene Richtung, nickte und stand auf. Langsam drehte er sich um, blickte in den Wald und stieß einen lauten Pfiff aus. Kurz darauf begann es im Wald zu rascheln. Überall bewegte es sich. Der ganze Wald schien plötzlich zu leben und eine nach der anderen schälten sich etwa dreißig Gestalten aus dem Dunkel des Waldes. In unheimlicher Stille kamen sie ins Sonnenlicht. Innerhalb kürzester Zeit hatten sie sich gesammelt und schienen nun auf irgend etwas zu warten.
Während dessen hatte der Junge nur dagesessen und abwechselnd den Krieger und seine Gefolgschaft angestarrt. Der Krieger lächelte ihn nur an und machte keine Bewegung. Erst als alle seine Männer bereit waren, gab er ihnen einen Wink. Wie ein Mann setzten sie sich in Bewegung und liefen in geduckter Haltung auf das Dorf zu.
Kurze Zeit später begannen hinter dem Hügel die ersten Schreie aufzusteigen. Kurze, abgehackte Schreie waren es, die der Junge hörte, während er dasaß und den Krieger anstarrte. Wenig später erstarben die Schreie und nur gedämpft erreichte ein Wimmern die beiden. Als auch das einige Zeit später verklang, reichte der Krieger dem Jungen seine Hand und fragte ihn:
" Willst Du nicht mitkommen?"
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Alternatives Ende 1:
Der Junge guckte den Krieger weiterhin etwas verängstigt an, begann plötzlich wie Espenlaub zu zittern und schluchzte leise. Dann, leise: "Nein." Nicht mehr. Der Krieger zuckte mit den Achseln, drehte sich um und ging. |
Alternatives Ende 2:
Der Junge sah mit glänzenden Augen zu dem großen, düsteren Mann auf und fragte: "Darf ich? Gerne!" Bei diesen Worten sprang er auf und sah den Krieger erwartungsvoll an. "Gehen wir? Wohin gehen wir?" Der Krieger lächelte wieder, als er sagte "Erstmal zum Dorf." |
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