Testo She

In the shade of an old church-steeple Between dead leaves and howling wind On a tree beyond an overgrown grave On a creeping, deadly, eternal rope She hangs now with open eyes Filled with tears dry and cold Promised was a short, quiet crash A single moment, a final pain A death-rattle meaning goodbye And a final farewell to the insane Hope for the eternal redemption And for tears around her grave For a sea of flowers and Beautyfull words for a life-long slave A sadly farewell to someone With a noose around her neck And with the piercing knowledge That she will never come back But she is still alone Waiting for death to lead her home A life without breathing without crieing Sleeping without silence in her heart Always searching always crawling Her feet become cold, the symptoms start Her short, quiet sobs noone can hear Everything changes into a terrible fear Promised was peace and eternal silence Her release from her tries to blast the wall Her release from ignore and disregard Her release from reaching nothing at all Knowledge of the riddles in her past Wisdom about everything that is Her desire for a helping hand Her wish for an unambicious kiss Her desire for truthness And for a real warm heat Her wish for a knife to cut the rope And for something to warm her feet But she is still alone And there´s no death to lead her home A sudden movement - neverending Her last hope terribly dies A short moment filled with panic But she still can´t close her eyes And with the last sound of this song Her very last breath has been done