Sometimes in the night...
when I lay my eyes upon the stars
a feeling of pure hypocrisy overwhelms me
it feels like a hypnosis of black magic and satanic romanticism
which drags me into the deep dark worlds
and whows me the endless sky
time passes like a grain of sand in the sea
and I see my life fading slowly
until the last breath kills this feeling...

Slowly breathing my view is filled with panic..
But breathing hurts so much
until I find myself unconscious on the soil of reality

Sometimes in the night...
when I lay my eyes upon the stars
and pure cold freezes my stare body
a contact to an indescribable dark power begins
the power of cosmic origin
which forms and defines life
a power which drives me to total isolation
until the last breath returns
and someday when my views will be staring again
at the mystic powers of the cosmos
it will be the last day I am alive