Sopor Aeternus Do You Know About The Water Of Life
			
In my subterranean tower...- yes, it was "love" that 
has brought me here, there are no numbers, but one and 
eleven, and an uncertain feeling about the presence of 
three.
Built brick by brick and fear by fear...- Oh, 
everything's inverted here. These walls have eyes, 
these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the 
tears...
While I am dressed in the monster's skin,"behold the 
cruellest mockery!": erection, fur(s) and a cloak of 
shame my beauty is too disgusting...- please, don't 
look at me.
Built brick by brick and fear by fear...- Oh, 
everything's inverted here. These walls have eyes, 
these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the 
tears...
Like Cronos I rigidly serve an illusion...- I attempted 
to unman Uranus last night; swallowing handfuls of my 
prophetic children, in terror I'm fearing the passing 
of time.
Built brick by brick and fear by fear...- Oh, 
everything's inverted here. These walls have eyes, 
these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the 
tears...
...And in the silence that followed I learned to speak 
the secret language of denial and fear; seemingly 
gentle for its absence of voices, yet, it's merely a 
shroud for a deafening scream.
Built brick by brick and fear by fear...- Oh, 
everything's inverted here. These walls have eyes, 
these vaults have ears and there's no hiding from the 
tears...