Über den Fluss - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows

He woke up, as his flesh fell off … slice by slice,

Floating high up in the air, more than ten-thousand miles.

He said, he was crucified underneath a baneful sky,

Had nails through feet and hands,

Yes, also nails in his eyes.

In defiance of all living things he hang there … upside down,

His poor, vicious face almost touching the ground.

He knows well where he’s been,

Don’t let him in !!!

He claimed twelve-thousand crucifixes transformed

into distorted sombre trees,

Blood ran down their scarred trunks,

Gushed slowly dripping out of the leaves.

The offering gathered in a chalice, all golden,

Held by the dirty hands of a black-bearded man,

His face sheer spitefulness.

He knows well where he’s been;

So, don’t let him, don’t let him in …

Don’t let him in !!!