INTO THE DAWN The Lyrics (c) by Frank Peter Hermsen The Child Awakes These creatures came Out of the storm In a moonless night When the dark child was born They took it with them Out of itīs crib Damned it to sleep And buried it deep Itīs hard to forget The ugly child When you hear it calling In the middle of the night Through the mist Closer again Through the night All over this land They always say They will return When the child awakes To murder and burn And sometimes In stormy moonless nights My fear makes me Run away and hide I often pray To the good lord then Not to let this child Wake up Again Itīs hard to forget.... Dancehouse Flair Oh, I hate these crippled minds Too sweet to think, dumb and blind Filled with yuppie-dreams Swimming with the stream Sex, drugs, dancehouse-flair A bitter taste in the air Better than the rest You are the best Styled to death, ice in the air Have a taste of dancehouse-flair We do not think, we do not care Letīs have a taste Of dancehouse-flair Iīd like to make you disappear Iīd like to teach you how to fear Yes thereīs more than bugs Money, sex and drugs I meet you when I walk around Over bloody rich-manīs grounds On every scene Now in my dreams Styled to death.... Maybe you will rule this land With just a single hand But this shiny world you want to rent Will be built on sand Iīve tried to find Nice words for you But this hate-song Was all I could do īCause youīre Styled to death... Iīm Going Home Iīm naked, desperate, cold Sick of the lies that Iīve been told Alone with my soul Walking through a deep black hole I walk through a sea of autumn-leaves In the orange light of a misty breeze Too cold to sweat too warm to freeze In the company of those deceased Home Going home I walked across the country Iīve travelled all around My eyes always kept to my feet on the ground Searched for philosophy Lost my liberty Far away but still alone Iīve ran away just to come home Rain pours through my dirty skin Washes my faith from my eternal sin So lonely on my way home Iīve crossed the land to be alone Iīve seen things that made me cry Iīve heard too many desperate lies Iīve passed the point of no return In darkness with no torch to burn With no torch to burn I walked across... Finally I reach the good old walls While in my heart a child-voice calls I cry, I thank god and knock Just to realize sadly and shocked That the door Is locked I walked across.... How Sweet To Be An Idiot I walk through my live With a smile on my face Deadly glad to be the scum of this race Laughing and singing words without sense Talking and whispering to my invisible friends I love every man and I love every child Everyone who warns `Take care he is wild` I wrote into my face Ėnsert brain here` And only reality is a force that I fear How sweet to be an idiot How sweet to be blind How sweet to be an idiot With peace on my mind Welcome to my world here you can see My senseless home is the right place to be Far from this world of torture and pain I found my philosophy in being insane How sweet... If thougts could kill Good bye Mr. Happiness I hope to see you again Mr. Happiness Iīve got to swim through the rain To come home again To the place where I was born To return again Into the eye of the storm The eye of the storm Because I see the sadness of the night Canīt see this world by candlelight Pictures in my eyes My mindīs filled up with lies Oh no, I donīt like this town And Iīd wish to burn it down Whatever I do I know it still I would be dead if thougts could kill Hello Mr. Lonlyness Itīs nice to see you again Mr. Lonelyness Iīve come straight through the rain To be here with you Deep in the eye of the storm To be here with you The place where I was born The place where I was born My hopefull mind is buried deep My suicide is only a sleep A sleep Because..... Inquisition-Hymnes From behind the walls into his life His head filled up with sacred views Teaching his perverted rules To the parish on the pews Sometimes his Blessed-Virgin-Dreams And the struggle between church and state Parish pump politics Praising love instead of hate So sing to me, oh preacher And try to forgive my sins Gloria In exelsis deo Refusals of the contraception Church-taxes on his mind The holy fight for unborn life Masturbation makes you blind He joines his depraved hands in prayer This hypocrite-angel without a wing And his clerical self-satisfaction Makes the cross trumble on itīs sting So pray for me, oh preacher Try to forgive my sins Gloria... So let us fall down on our knees And pray for him together So that he tries to open his eyes Or to disappear forever Sing to me, oh preacher Try to forgive my sins Open your parson-world to me Sing one of your inquisition-hymnes Gloria... Into The Dawn On the distant hills the trees are stripped bare Rustling leaves everywhere Sometimes cold and sometimes warm Sometimes wind and sometimes storm Whispering breezes are calling my name Throwing faces into the rain The smell of winter deep in my brain Iīm alone - home again And the autumn-wind blows through the land Across my dreams of nostalgia The day is dawning The past is calling I search for silence all around While Iīm walking over muddy grounds I still hear the voices of those who I lost Crieing for freedom whatever it costs And the autumn-wind.... ...The past is calling Oh, I am falling Raindrops falling out of the sky Memories teaching me how to cry Pastīs bells ring again So I close my eyes and dive into the dawn Running through the howling storm Run away Away But the autumn-wind blows through this land And lights the hell of nostalgia The past is calling I am falling Children voices sadly and loud Calling for peace out of the thunderclouds Iīve got to run And scream But I close my eyes and dive.... Raindrops falling... Children voices... So I close my eyes... No More Time Iīm sitting on the roof Looking at the dieing land With a tear deep in my eye And blood on my opened hands Thinking ībout the past Bout my dreams that seem to die Bout all the hopes that we still had And our faith in a lie No time to swallow down in tears No time to think about the sense No time to share my thougts with you No time to talk to absent freinds No time to cry No time to die No place to hide No chance to fight No more time No more time No more time No more time This is the point to say farewell To all the problems that we had To laugh to scream to smile To empty off my desperate head But there is something missing To bring peace into my mind And this is your embrace Your warmth that I canīt find No time to dive into false hopes No time to run away No time for survival-dreams No more time to pray No time to cry..... No Way Thereīs no way for anyone To think without his head Thereīs no way for anyone To run without his legs But sometimes it is nice to see Headless Philosophers talk And itīs hard to believe for me How legless runner walk Come back and stay I canīt stand to live apart And thereīs no way To love with a broken heart 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 thereīs no death to lead her home A sudden movement - neverending Her last hope terribly dies A short moment filled with panic But she still canīt close her eyes And with the last sound of this song Her very last breath has been done The Solid Truth A flag in the summer-wind Stones in the air, blood on the ground A smile in the TV-Show Hunger and penury all around Faces as clean as toys Promises far from truth Parades to show you How to play by the good old rules We hurt and kill this earth We believe in virgin birth We learn to hate We follow our fate Weīre looking for the solid truth in that we can trust While weīre choking in the dirt and dieing in the dust More than illusions or a sharp dressed flag That treads us like shit and kills us like rats A voice in the night A radio-voice is talking ībout terror You wake up To spend the all-day-defense-horror Keep your mouth shut Trying to save your identity You swim down the stream Just to become a part of superficiality We learn to give our lives We donīt know how to survive We cannot understand The acting of our hands Weīre looking....