Sopor Aeternus: Sanatorium Altrosa - Musical Therapy for Spiritual Dysfunction (2008)

Architecture II

Over many years
we have erected walls
that even he could NEVER penetrate.
His well-trained voice is of enormous power,
as it is based on many years of practice …
and an iron will of a certain kind, melodiously it carries wide,
pervades each space, regardless of its size.
His masculinity contained within
is simply undeniable in so many pleasant ways.
Neither his age, advanced as it may be,
nor the baldness of his head, could ever detract
from the strength that still obeys and moves his aging flesh.
His manhood still unbroken and impressive
in so many pleasant ways.
He is well aware of the looks he has and gets
and knows to calculate the strong effect he has,
make an impression and achieve a certain aim.
This strategy works fine for him, as his tremendous sexuality,
projected energy, directed with greatest skill and care,
can even make his rivals joyfully obey his secret wishes ... -
follow his orders with delight.
Watching such an act being performed, if only from afar,
will never leave you unimpressed,
even though you may be unobserved ... -
he will etch his SIGN into your heart.

He can make you come
just by looking at you,
it is such a rare gift ... -
and quite frightening too.


Shave, If You Love Me (Remix)

Wax the monkey, shave the bear,
jungle-creatures won't be fed in here,
trim the hedges, cut the trees,
then you'll know how affection feels

Shave the monkey, wax the bear,
such hairy creatures cannot stay in here,
cut the hedges and trim the tree… -
who is there hiding in the shrubbery?!
Where there's a hole there is an ace,
I will put a smile on your grumpy face.

I'll be your Garland Queen of Lace,
the Sleeping Beauty in our maze.
Oh, fifty-something, well-aged wine … -
me, the wooden cask?
That's fine.
I know, you like me to watch you piss,
you're only waiting to be kissed.
You're such a beauty, now behold,
here comes a shower and it's made of gold.
I'm a flower, water me, let's build a castle by the sea!
You're like the sun-shine, morning-breeze,
the sun shines warm on your disease ... -
such pollen makes the black bird sneeze.

Who is there sitting on your back?
There is no need for a sneak-attack!
If you're monastic to my bliss,
then I'll be faithful ... like SYPHILIS.

Poor friar dreaming in his cell(s),
he knows the art of tonsure well,
and all the songs a blade can sing;
such is the Easter that I bring:

The bells are chiming in (y)our vaults,
I am the GODDESS that unfolds,
iconic beauty, as yet unseen,
if you're only courting the Virgin Queen.

So: wax the monkey, shave the bear,
jungle-creatures cannot come in here.
Trim the hedges and cut the trees,
then you'll know how affection feels


Consider This: The True Meaning Of Love (Original version)

Can I trust you, mortal boy?
You say, you love me; oh, sure you do.
But what exactly does this affirmation mean?
I do not have the slightest notion, no idea
of what you understand by "LOVE" and other terms
as worn-out such as this old song and dance,
you call romance.

Quite different flowers grow indeed
in my small semantic garden ... -
so, let us see, if your good vow
is more than just some chemical imbalance.
Is it worth the air you breathe,
or will it be just another waste of time with you?
What I call "Love, precious and true",
would you refer to this as sin, or crime and all that silly crap?

Now, let me put you to the test…

How often have I heard these words:
"I love you so much, dearest dear, that I would die for you,
right now, right here!"
Sure, doing this they're sitting pretty, but I say:
PISS ON IT,
because this way is far too easy !!!

But do you also have the strength
to be there for me till the end?
Would you have courage, live for me,
respect my wishes, my decree?
Would you defend me against the world,
fight the doctors playing God,
slap your priests, if they came near,
or anyone who interferes ?!?

Is the version of your Love as true,
that you would use all means within your power
just to meet the urgent plea, that solemn,
final wish for dying of a helpless her or him,
who lies in pain, who's suffering,
now only begging for the end ... --
is your "Love" that of a TRUE FRIEND ?!

If I lay crying in my bed, waiting,
no longing for the end,
if I decide my time has come,
would you then be that trustful one
to guard this chamber, break this shell,
and free me from this living hell
by making sure my death is swift.

Would you grant me that SACRED GIFT ?!?

>> Blessed is the flower
that grows in the night,
blessed the poison
that helps you to die.
Blessed the guidance
of the loyal fried,
blessed is he,
who brings the end. <<

Now that you've heard it, let me know:
Are you then willing to let go ?!?

Say: would you do all this for me,
would you respect my wishes, my dignity?

Because that's what LOVE means to me !!!


Collision - You May Lie On Your Back, If You Want To ... Even Close Your Eyes To Sleep

The undeniably straight archer is dead.
Sadly masculine his naked body lies beside me,
stretched out on the pale sheets of my otherwise deserted bed
I do not know how he got here.
I am not even sure, if I am hiding him.
Trophy or lost property ... - did I drag him to this place,
slave to some dark desire,
or have I merely found him here
in childlike innocence and curiosity?

Assuming blackness, his left nipple is now facing me ... -
the same old symbol for reality,
further than ever from attraction
(except, of course, for crawling things).
But we're all crawling on some floor ... -
you will not tease me, NEVERMORE !!!
His head now points towards the window in the west,
his feet towards the door; his limbs in slight disorder
after my vain attempt to move him over
to a slightly different position.

I fear that the disturbance of his rest
has caused some liquid "correspondence"
to escape his quiet, oh so human shell.
What secrets do you hide in there?

Leaning my face against the left side of his flesh,
I place my right hand gently now upon his belly;
hoping not to wake the horrors
of that half-forgotten sense.
I can't believe that I do actually consider this again;
I must refuse to share my bed now
with carcass of a man!

No vicious jokes to break the fragile little heart … -
THIS IS THE DEEPER SECRET OF THE WORLDS WE ARE APART ...

Is this perhaps some kind of test?
Shall I have vengeance on your flesh?
Now that you're dead am I supposed
to inflict that sentence on your corpse?
To pay you back the laughter… -
that never really flooded from your mouth.

Would your thin lips have ever released
such agony and shame on me?
Scared to death by and of my own request ... -
maybe like this it's really for the best.
I'll seal your carcass with a kiss ... -
and let you disappear.