Stoa
taumel
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Time runs out.
I left behind
My breath came up to here.
Till now I hesitated.
Tired eyes -
I scan the old horizon.
My path can't end this way.
But dyes rapidly fading.
Find to calm,
My heart without.
But Im to weak to try.
That lie was my undoing.
Breakable
Arising hope for silence, -
Thus far I was the child.
The sleepers now awakened.
[K.-U. Skerra]
- Album:
- Portaviii
- Urthona
- Zal
- Porta Viii
- Miscellaneous
- Of These Reminders
- Extreme Jenseitshymnen 3
- Mystic Spirits, Volume 12
- Silmand
- Grabesgesänge der schwarzen Engel
- Die Flut
- Touched by the Hand of Goth, Volume IV
- Gothic Compilation, Part XLII
- Gothic Spirits 2
- Heavenly Voices, Part 1
- Gothic Compilation, Part XXIII
- Gothic Compilation, Part XVIII