Sopor Aeternus Do You Know My Name
I shattered all the mirrors fearfully hoping that they won't be able to remember my face. Darkest of all lights most greedy to embrace surrounded by demons and breathing in life... "I don't want to be a perverted temple of my Lord... thought His hand I am I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word..." Between the tides the time seems endlessly the force of habit or whatever pulled me back into a well-known pain. What uses the knowledge of my progression when the old world is gone without a new in sight, with my new found life I am homeless again... "I don't want to be a perverted temple of my Lord... thought His hand I am I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word..." I am falling down back to the lowest spheres... Do you know my name? Did you answer I just cannot hear...
