God is Dead
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If fairy tales lie and melancholy guides my every move
A wind blows from the old days
Through the forests, who are buried
Through the forests, who are buried
Yet there are only clouds, who are in the sky
Sometimes I wish - God, you were there!
Sometimes I wish - God, you were there!
I'm sick of it - the old questions,
Which is like filth blocking the view
The spirit decays as spores
I want to see the truth!
The antik speaks from the dark
"Go further into the light!"
Never! Never! Never! Never!
Yet the dawn casts a different light
On the swan's song, which sounds bitter...
Confined in the death strip I don't hear your ditch being dug…
I don't hear your ditch being dug
And one last time I will dig, for myself…
I hope it remains...
Yet… all the doubt never dies! Never! Never!
And the birds fly away, I watch them - and stay alone here - I stay alone here!
Sometimes I wish - God, you were there!
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If fairy tales lie and melancholy guides my every move
A wind blows from the old days
Through the forests, who are buried
Through the forests, who are buried
Yet there are only clouds, who are in the sky
Sometimes I wish - God, you were there!
Sometimes I wish - God, you were there!
I'm sick of it - the old questions,
Which is like filth blocking the view
The spirit decays as spores
I want to see the truth!
The antik speaks from the dark
"Go further into the light!"
Never! Never! Never! Never!
Yet the dawn casts a different light
On the swan's song, which sounds bitter...
Confined in the death strip I don't hear your ditch being dug…
I don't hear your ditch being dug
And one last time I will dig, for myself…
I hope it remains...
Yet… all the doubt never dies! Never! Never!
And the birds fly away, I watch them - and stay alone here - I stay alone here!
Sometimes I wish - God, you were there!