Laughter sipped away tears of stone
Introducing spies to shadows
By the bottom of the glass gaiety stopped
The deaf were told lies by the dumb
Two shiny magnets began to reign
Introducing spies to shadows
A plague in the land hiding under the star
Delousing ended all songs

New songs to sing
Twitching the puppeteer string
Introducing spies to shadows
Introducing sad distant hosts to silence

The tongues like seeds in a vacuum
Anger echoed within
Stone words remember 

The Gift of Sacrifice 
We were swollen lanterns of prey
Lighting the way for hunger to feast
Our firm young skin free to befoul
Caressing intrusion of the beast
Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

Wiping my body never again clean
Guilt bleeds from taste of my sin
In my shame are memories of passion
The one thing of pleasure within
Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

No flowers to spare, she gave herself them
And when she returned she was, she was
Still still

Bodies like toys bargain for favours

The gift of sacrifice

Strapping Me Down 
Candles burning under secret floors
When was love ever more wet
This table is cold, I wish for you now
Prism eyes no sooner forget

One hundred and twenty experiments
Only the lucky were sodomised
Will I ever awaken with you in bed
Does your passionate cup still weep

I was already in pain, My sweat was dry
The promise of pleasure remained
Crystal tears embedded in cheeks
Felt holy men burn me with flames
Black crosses with wings
On the arms of the hands
Wiping brows on the heads of blonde hair
A wall of faces Strapping me down
Strapping me down
A wall of faces Strapping me down
Strapping me down
Strapping me down

The Danzig Waltz 
Forever lost is my gentle love
My lips, like powder in the wind
Thirsty dreams in the ocean of kiss
Buried beneath forty years
In my rebirth I have not forgotten
Not even that which I wish to forget
Fields of sleep lay beside you
You can not feel and my hands are dust

When memories dance pure
Sorrow bows in shame 

Our breath, impressions on a splintered mirror
Deeper my colourless heart sings
Our souls search astray
Torn by the thief of life

Chimere de-si, de-la 
In the presence of love
Evil remains a mask
The face of illusion on all sides

Flaunting abandoned, lovers 
Restless with the heat
Pondering moments, ground to fine ash
When naked flesh had ceased to writhe

Chimere de-ci, de-la

Hold my hand as we walk this path 
Through the flowers to the musk of the bath
Close the door, let the crystals drop
We shall climb the pyramid of fear

Chimere de-ci, de-la

Silent Thunder 
My bed is the garden where voices all meet
Hands skim through the water beneath my pillow
Stones like rain wash away the hours
The hands on my clock, sex, wilted flowers

Silent Thunder pries me to sleep
Falling the edge so steep

And if my eyes shy from the morning
My lips will taste of unripened fruit
Words without a language call from the past
The future was the day before the last

Silent Thunder pries me to sleep
Falling the edge so steep

Strange Fortune 
They preserved elegant paintings
Pouring wine how bitter the toast 
Stray rumours told in cafes
Respect in the enemies eye

Strange fortune

A warm lovers secret revenge
Dance of the flowers in stolen perfume
A glass of champagne, a crust of bread
Respect in the enemies eye

Strange Fortune

Born amongst beauty, O' Beloved
Grandeur of the mountains
Where my eyes were harlots
His eyes were steel
He wanted everyone to be as perfect as them
Such tormented perfection

When everyone spoke
Steel spoke his word
When everyone spoke
Only steel was heard

Blind diary love rotting in his heart
Vomiting to sleep, martyrs of his praise
They wanted everyone to be as perfect as him
Such tormented perfection

When everyone spoke
Razors cut open ears
When everyone spoke
Deafness mumbled the years

Never was there perfection
The mountains are so ashamed
Beauty is a stranger
Where ugliness remains

Gloomy Sunday 
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the dark coach of sorrow has taken you
Sunday is gloomy on shadows, I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Death is no dream for in death I'm carressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

The Death of Josef 
Men were poring over there loops and whorls
Short of definite judgement
Remains, Reportedly drowned
During the last days awake

Calm fell to sleep
Never to rest in peace
Haunting dream sung by 
The choir of the dead

Now the "Angel of Death"
Is at their mercy
Suffering the pain of
Tortured bodies