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...
