The last bird from a scattered flock 

seeks shelter in a tree
alone amongst the lonely woods
he will cry when noone hears
he will fall when noone cares
palls of grief hanging in the clouds

what must go wrong, so that we see
there's not enough to make us stop

we are the devils of a dying land
what evil spirit holds us here
we wear a careless mask
making friends with death
we are devils of a dying land

mankind took all nature's pride
mercy out of sight
demons dark around us swarm
forests' last time
the short last sound of singing birds
we don't know what it means
will we ever know?

a world where iron shells
can kill men's blood
a world of emptiness,
a dying land






With how sad steps You climb the skies ! 

How silently, how pale Your face...
What may it be, that even in this place
that busy archer his arrows tries ?
Liebe verendet zu Staub und verlabt mich
Mein Geist, er schaut auf zu den hoheren
Zielen und reichert fur mich Unvergangliches
an, Vergangliches bringt mir nur
endliche Freuden
Leave me, oh love, which reachest but to dust
And You, my mind, aspire to higher things
Grow rich in that which never takes rust
What ever fades but fading pleasure brings
Verbreite die Strahlen, gib' mir Deine Macht,
die die Wolken besiegt und das Licht mir bewegt
durch den Fruhling des goldnen belebenden Blickes
Ich suche den Weg in der Dammerung schwer
And let the day be time enough to mourn
Let walking eyes suffice to vail their scorn
The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth
Without the torment of the night's untruth