Sopor Aeternus May I Kiss Your Wound
May I kiss your wound, maybe that will heal my soul. Free me from this tomb, light my darkness make me (whole) let me take your hand and together we shall fly to a lonely place, where as lovers we can die. In a land so dark, seven moons, eternal nights, wish a sky of thousand stars, yes for us there is no light... There (waits) no lights.
