di luar kegelapan

Far away in a Northern landscape, governed by rocks,
There's a dark body of water, surrounded by a forest,
Seeming bottomless, sunken trees drift in it,
Misty haze rises from the water, fills up the air.
Every dusk I move to this place, my destiny,
To look there after my drowned love, long ago
Because on the bottom of this pond, my darling stays,
And dreams the everlasting Dream of Eternity.
Don't go too close ashore -
Or else my darling reaches for you,
And draws you downwards to himself and
Never lets you go.
At this place we made love for the first time,
And in this pond you had to give your life,
Directed by destiny, I dive into this water,
To the bottom of it, till I can see his pale face.
Don't go too close ashore -
Or else my darling reaches for you,
And draws you downwards to himself and
Never lets you go.

i wanna kiss u souL IN THE HELL

haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.
Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
How I wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
Will I give thee it: Troth.

Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!