Suddenly he wakes up full of grief from this memorial
journey of the mind, still lying near Melissa's grave.
Elias has passed through an initial dream. Although he
is richer in wisdom now he still feels a big loss in his
heart. The rain falls without pity. Full of yearning the
desperate boy screams at the golden angel, which still
looks at the sky fulfilled with eternal peace. Elias screams
out all his anger and yearning. No answer. He screams
again and again but the sound dies away in the darkness
of the night. He does not want to be wise, he wants to
meet Melissa and wants to be buried in her arms. He
throws himself down to the ground and listens, love-sick
as he is. And so sullen Elias waits for a sign of Melissa.
But for minutes and hours he waits in vain.
I carry the roses of love
With blood on my hands
It's raining headstones from above
A sign my poor soul understands
I fight a war against sad thoughts
Till someone comes to dry my tears
My mournful world the dream distorts
Let me find a haven for my fears
Where are you tonight,
As I'm dying deep within myself?
Still you hesitate,
We've got a vision of a war to fight...!
Above the roves, the nightingale
Sings of decease and love, so pure
Look at my heart, it becomes pale
This sadness deep inside I cannot endure
Seek to reverse malignity
Lovelorn wounds are all I find
Please sing a hymn of joy for me
I need it to release mind
Like a dancer in degeneration
Exhibitionistic and malign
Let me find illumination
Melissa, please give me a sign
Brother of sleep,
Send me your ashen kiss
and cover my face with a shroud
Full of joy let me creep
through the valleys of bliss
Pure spirits they are free and proud
journey of the mind, still lying near Melissa's grave.
Elias has passed through an initial dream. Although he
is richer in wisdom now he still feels a big loss in his
heart. The rain falls without pity. Full of yearning the
desperate boy screams at the golden angel, which still
looks at the sky fulfilled with eternal peace. Elias screams
out all his anger and yearning. No answer. He screams
again and again but the sound dies away in the darkness
of the night. He does not want to be wise, he wants to
meet Melissa and wants to be buried in her arms. He
throws himself down to the ground and listens, love-sick
as he is. And so sullen Elias waits for a sign of Melissa.
But for minutes and hours he waits in vain.
I carry the roses of love
With blood on my hands
It's raining headstones from above
A sign my poor soul understands
I fight a war against sad thoughts
Till someone comes to dry my tears
My mournful world the dream distorts
Let me find a haven for my fears
Where are you tonight,
As I'm dying deep within myself?
Still you hesitate,
We've got a vision of a war to fight...!
Above the roves, the nightingale
Sings of decease and love, so pure
Look at my heart, it becomes pale
This sadness deep inside I cannot endure
Seek to reverse malignity
Lovelorn wounds are all I find
Please sing a hymn of joy for me
I need it to release mind
Like a dancer in degeneration
Exhibitionistic and malign
Let me find illumination
Melissa, please give me a sign
Brother of sleep,
Send me your ashen kiss
and cover my face with a shroud
Full of joy let me creep
through the valleys of bliss
Pure spirits they are free and proud