Sopor Aeternus: A Strange Thing To Say (2010)

A Strange Thing To Say

I know it must seem to you like the strangest thing to say,
but in the winter of his presence I've always felt warm and safe.
I always knew no skirt no suit would ever bother me,
as long as he is present, as long as this man stayed close to me.

I do like his company, I enjoy it, in fact,
he's the only human friend that I ever had,
which is quite ironic, 'cause he's mostly occupied
by the methods that exist to blow out people's lights...

I wouldn't be surprised at all,
if someday I found out
that he had thoroughly checked on my life
and on my background,
and confidently reconfirmed
by the things he didn't find,
he then granted me access to a small part
of his secret life...

I know it must seem to you
like the strangest thing to say,
but in the winter of his presence
I've always felt warm and safe...

I never had to worry though, it can't give me the chills,
because, you see, men are the only species that he kills.
Oh, that's why I love his company, quite enjoy it, in fact,
he is the only human friend that I ever had.

I rarely ponder on him
in the wayward hours of the day,
but am surprised at my own delight
I find in seeing him again.
White shirt, black tie, exquisite twine,
I'm brewing tea, he's having wine.
It's quite seductive, if it's right,
the perfect way to spend the night...

I do like his company, I enjoy it, in fact,
he's the only human friend that I ever had,
which is quite ironic, 'cause he's mostly occupied
by the methods that exist to blow out people's lights...
I never had to worry though, it can't give me the chills,
because, you see, men are the only species that he kills.
Oh, that's why I love his company, quite enjoy it, in fact,
he is the only human friend that I ever had.

Each act performed is like a ballet, a prayer, precise and acute.
Oh, how I do admire such perfect business-like attitude,
both in style and execution, virtuously immaculate... -
and flawlessly equated to the savage fee that he has set.

Built just like the ideal of an athlete, my champion of sorts.
His price is one that only broken hearts are willing to afford.
Death is always quite disastrous, messy, common and obscene,
but in the golden hour when he leaves all is stainless, all is clean...

If I, one day, might also decide to need
this special kind of service that this man provides,
oh, I will pray that my fate kindly agrees to the plot,
and sends someone like this man to come and finish the job.
Because I just cannot bear the foul and blasphemous thought
that involves getting slain by some filthy amateur's hands.

I know it must seem to you like the strangest thing to say,
but in the winter of his presence I always felt warm and safe.

I know that you must surely think me mad,
but he's the most human friend that I ever had...


Polishing Silver

I could be like a snowflake
fallen all the way from heaven into a magpie's nest,
only to place my powdered cheek gently upon his hairy chest.
I could be his Maiden Marianne gift-wrapped in cloak and silken hood,
oh, a robin-redbreast sitting high up in the tree-tops... -
of his mo(u)rning wood.

I need, I need a silver-furred
a sugar sugar-daddy-bear,
someone who loves the front of me,
who likes to pay and loves to care.
A frizzly ursus, strong but cute,
adorable in leather, denim or tweed-suit.
I'd polish silver, 'cause I long to be spooned
on the dark, dark side of the palest moon...

Mandrake grows beneath the gallows
in the shape of the one thing
that you should never swallow.
I know, he may look like the cutest thing you've ever seen
but, Honey, we just don't know
where this old thing of his had been...

I almost had a secret love affair
with a dead boy's underwear.
I nicked it from the mortuary,
but the damn thing was far too small for me.

That's why each time I hear the postman ring,
I can't help wondering what he might bring.
Oh, will he have something for me,
and, if so, I wonder... how large will his package be?

The chimney-sweep, the chimney-sweep,
he came at two o'clock,
I showed him where the furnace was,
and he showed me his cock.
He wore a bomber-jacket, black, but his hair-cut was crap,
it took him rather long to finish his annual check...

A sylvan stronghold for the golden child,
built and looked after by heart beguiled.
A guard, a servant and a loyal king,
a winter-garden and a thermal-spring...


The Urine Song

Do you feel - most people do - depressed, when you go to the lou?
That's just because it reminds you of the love you've lost.
Well, if you're fed up being sad, come, try a new approach instead:
There's a fountain made of gold, a gift straight from the underworld...

Once you've washed your face in piss, you'll realise its sacred bliss.
You'll never waste that precious gold... -
open your hands... and make a bowl!!!

Es ist ein magisch' Elexier, und es heißt "Urin",
tote Kinder kennen's schon, es macht Dich wunderschön.
Spüre ich also dann und wann, wie der Harn mich drängt,
merk' ich, es ist an der Zeit, daß ich mich selbst beschenk'...

Ich piss mich an, ich piss mich voll, denn mein Urin ist wundervoll.
Ich babe mich in meinem Glück, kleide in gold mich Stück für Stück,
bis ich wie die Sonne strahle, ganz ihr leuchtend Ebenbild,
Urin, der schönste Engel hier, verleiht mir Rock und Schild.

Dir doch mal etwas Zeit für Dich, piss' in die Hände und reib's ins Gesicht.
Der Zauber Deine liebe befreit, die träumend liegt in Deinem Unterleib...


20.000 Leagues Under The Sea (Or The History Of Steampunk)

In my version of the story,
Nemo makes out with Arronax,
below the surface of the oceans,
in the uncharted, murky depths.
In those lower regions of this world,
where the cruel light reaches not,
they kiss and touch, and kiss again... -
oh, and then distroy some battle-ships...

In Captain Nemo's study, that red velvet lounge,
after those symbolical cigars,
they take turns playing that big organ... -
wild symphonics that shake the walls.

In my version of the story,
on that old loveboat "Nautilus(t)",
they are cruising happily forever... -
Oh, and blowing battle-ships to dust.


Oh, Chimney Sweep (Bonus Track)

Oh, Chimney Sweep
The Chimney Sweep
he came at two o'clock,
I showed him where
the furnace was,
and he showed me his cock.
Chicken pox

The Chimney Sweep
The Chimney Sweep
he came at two o'clock,
I showed him where
the furnace was,
and he showed me his cock.
Chicken pox

Chicken pox