My world is turned around in laughter’s cry.
I bury it in depths high in the sky,
My eyes no longer see the morning light,
But fly unhindered through the stars of night;
My heart is beating: I, no longer shy
Of death or pain, have aged as Time passed by,
My hands once shuddered in the throes of fright,
But now I breathe in gold-coloured delight.
The pain I dealt myself—a demon’s call,
The way for you I do still deeply fall.
I lash myself with whips of twisted love,
In pictures and in hell I scream my mind—
A tortured soul that’s caught another’s bind—
The world will die; the sun sinks high above.