Melting ice-floe When thinking of those who too young have to die I can´t find no answers, I have to ask why The music of life is not more than a cry in the night. Much too early dropped lifes drawn in coloured sand Collected and burned by the Dark Catcher´s hand. Glass fragments that call me to loo...

i´m waiting patient
for the werewolf´s purging cries
to drown human sighs

Count Me Apart Stardust obstructs my view I grab at ev´ry clue To clean my world´s window Dust just hides the whole show Count my words along with glass detergent Count my deeds along with window cleaning But count me apart from that cosy social grid Count me apart from it, for I could never fit A c...