Orpheus is looking for all he can
Orpheus looks under the bed and the carpet
he looks for remnant pieces of a revenant
Orpheus replays some remnant memories
Orpheus is too heavy hearted
to get up from his knees
Orpheus lights up a cigarette
even though
Orpheus was looking for some weed
Orpheus can't stop staring at the ceiling
even though
Orpheus is just looking for some sleep
he's looking for a voice
that would make him rest from all the voices
but all he finds is the voice of sweet nothing
and it's telling him:
'you failed
you failed
you failed
you failed
you failed you failed you failedyoufailedyoufailedyoufailedyoufailedyouyouyoufailedfailedyouyouyouyoufailedfailedfailed...you' YOU...!
It's safe to say he didn't want this
I would know because now,
Orpheus I am saying this through your tongue, which is connected with a long slimy lump of sorrow to your/my heart:
I hoped we die
chest to chest
while our hearts stop on each other.
One drummer finishes the set
the other will know to follow.
But my heart still beats angrily
then, it stops, as if sorrow spoke in silence.
But alas, the stoppage is not long enough
to let me die.
And the heart comes back stronger than before.
To make me FEEL
more than before.
And my toughts make me wanna do things...
... always
a little bit more, than before.
As I sleeplessly dream of hearing your voice
I change the strings in my lute for your hair
the hair you left on your brush by our bed
If I had more I would wrap it around my hands
and cover my face for ever and a day
Now I Orfeus, stand by the Gates,
which none of you know yet
I see that dog looking at me,
with his six sick eyes
He senses fear in the fact
That I only got two.
One is on him
but one closed forever
for you.
I play my lute
as if I was just brushing your red locks.
Now vermilion light surrounds me
and his angry jaws close
one
by one
by one.
Orfeus can't hurt the pooch
but I'm not gentle as him
the dog lets down his guard
and I take his life with me.
As the soul leaves his body
The beast becomes a part of me
It connects with the beast in me
it's frail and fragile bars torn down
no god can help themselves from now.
I go down to the Lake,
none of you have seen yet,
and the Orfeus in me plays for the ferryman
a sweet sweet shanty,
about jolly drunk sailors
and seas with life,
the ferryman looks down,
his reflectionlessnes puts a frown
on his reflectionless face.
And the Me in me wonders
why should I play still
why, if you're not here?
the vermilion you left
surrounds me
and I drown the ferryman
and I become him.
A part of me
that can't find home
can't find peace
is now destined
to aimlessly wander the dark waters
that are so so deep within me.
That part has no reflection,
but for it You, are the mirror!
For this ferry You,
are the destination.
And slowly I get to the throne
none of you will ever see,
right to the knees
of the Lords
of the Underworld.
One last song
I have prepared
for this couple.
And it's a song, I know better than well
I wrote it for a year.
In 3 parts.
The first one found you without me knowing,
the second started the searching,
flew to you when you turned away.
The third,
was the last dying hope
put together ramblings,
the last spark sent out
before the year had ended.
I finished,
with my fingers bleeding,
with my lute ruined.
I played my life out,
and I hear an applause.
From the hollow the skeletons,
and vengeful demons.
crying
Hades hides his face
and gives me a deal:
'you can have her,
she will hold your hand,
and walk behind you,
but,
you can't look back at her,
or she will be back with us,
forever'
but I knew now
I came this far
not for a deal, not just for you,
but for me,
and for us,
to have it all...
Vermilion rage took me over,
your hair from the lute
wrapped around my hands,
smooth as silk and sharp as a razor
ir slit the throats of a sobbing king
and his scared queen.
Your hairs around my fist
grew even more brilliant, in the blood of gods,
and they found You again,
while you grew more brilliant, in my eyes.
And the ancient bodies of gods
turn into a red lake,
where I go with you,
with our clothes left on the black shore.
I clean your face and hair off death,
and you clean my body off sorrow.
In the lake, we unite once again,
connect, after a long time of longing,
we take in the wine of the gods,
through our skin.
We take in each other through our sins.
I notice as inside me
my rage and killing bursts grow celestial.
I notice you from outside,
pressed close and deep onto me,
your red hair turns redder than life itself,
your pale skin resembles a perfect pearl,
the dark diamond in your eyes
got a godly glare.
And the red lake is no more.
And the gods that took us apart
no more.
And I take his seat,
and you take hers.
His and hers are no more,
because All is ours.
We stay in the dark and rule this world
me with myt threeway divided heart,
and you
with all your secrets buried in your eyes,
but also,
with my lute,
I don't need it anymore because,
I got the throne, and I got you.
