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Death has reared himself a throne
With shrines and palaces and towers
The houses aren’t made of stone
The streets are counting hours
Darkness turns all motion dead
For life and trees and flowers
The only left emotion’s red
From all that he devours
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2. |
In Weeping Waters
04:28
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I know not if there's a reason
why I am so sad at heart
An old legend of bygone ages
haunts me and will not depart
Air is cooler under nightfall
the calm Rhine to course its way
peak of mountain keeps on sparkling
through the evening's final ray
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(The Boatman down below
Is seized with savage woe
He looks up the mountain
The waves they will devour
The boat and man as one
To drown in a fountain)
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I know not if there's a reason
why I am so sad at heart
An old legend of bygone ages
haunts me and will not depart
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3. |
The Traitor
05:01
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It was biting cold and the falling snow
covered white the path of the street
where a man and his horse pulled a carriage along
with his lord and his wife in the seat
She was getting cold in her warming coat
still she missed her home and the heat
But the purpose for which they had come on their way
above all has the biggest need
She was waking up from her daydream nap
where a fire enlightened the night
The blinding light even took her sight
as fireballs opened the fight
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After a long and exhausting chase
she was standing on the rim of the world
She looked down, so far away the ground
took her note, read the lines one last time
and threw it all into the night
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4. |
Plastic Scream
04:39
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In the morning
the sun had just appeared
he was on his way
his pockets
filled with ashes
from the chimney tray
he must have thought
that he could get away
if he only gave back
what he’d taken from the world
his hands were shivering
as the glade was covered with frost
misty shadows
rising from above
the earth was freezing in place
as he wondered by
without a sound
without a sound
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(And he could feel his heart turn to stone
As he reached the only place he used to call home
The sun was rising up behind the trees
But her light could not defeat the lasting cold
Oh, the cold
Of the old man’s frozen soul)
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he thought without them
he couldn’t feel the pain
without all the ones that she had left behind
but as the flames raged high
he couldn’t deny he heard
their screaming
as they melted down
a screaming, a scream
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5. |
Storm Glass
04:23
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He terrified me every night
I heard him thudding up the stairs
Throwing sand in children's eyes
Until they're bleeding from their heads
They say that he's a wicked man
And after years he's coming back
Once killed my father in the smoke
thus I'm now willing to avenge
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How could such an evil thing have crossed your path?
The terrifying thoughts I call my own
They're keeping me awake and though I impetrate
Don't think about the dark
Don't think about the storm glass
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Climbing up the tower stairs
I grabbed Coppola's telescope
fire flashed my rolling eyes
and so I jumped all down the slope
(“Don’t think about the dark, don’t think about the storm glass!”)
(“At last, at last, O my darling Nathanael! Now we have you again! Now you are cured of your grievous illness, now you are mine again. My faithful brother, you have not deserted me!”)
(“Go to the devil with your clockwork – you damned dog of a watchmaker – be off – Satan – stop you paltry turner – you infernal beast – stop – begone – let me go!”)
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6. |
The Drought
05:30
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The old man had lived for years
on this thriving patch of land
the winters mild, the summer long
and all the flowers for friends
didn’t need anyone to talk to
alone at the window still
the harvest in autumn kept him alive
he hadn’t seen anyone in a while
this year was different
the rain had been staying away for weeks
and the soil in the garden
was barren and bleak
he dug a trench
to fill with water and he prayed
but the gardener’s flowers were dead
the gardener’s flowers were dead
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at night in the dark
he searched for light, for a spark
he went out in the cold
to seek like a loon for fool’s gold
nothing to be found, nothing
the soil as dry as his lungs, pant for breath
the blood in his veins seemed to fade as well
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The old man had lived for years
on this thriving patch of land
the winters mild, the summer long
and all the flowers for friends
didn’t need anyone to talk to
alone at the window still
the harvest in autumn used to keep him alive
but now he surely had to die
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7. |
American Dream
06:11
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Instrumental
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