Ewigheim

A Snake of Red around the Neck of Maida, I call it Home, just for one Night …
A Snake of Red around the Neck of Maida, I call it Home, just for tonight I want to burn …
In the Fires of Kindness, there moves a Sparkle in a starlike Movement away …
Smoke on empty Streets and Smoke inside my Head, Smoke on empty Streets inside my Head …
nd there is no Place, there is no Place for Strangers …
There is no Place, there is no Place for You …
And in the Ashes of the secret Keepers, we found the Gold for buying us Freedom …
so borderless and white and ruled by ancient Gods, so borderless and heartshaped white …
And there is no Place, there is no Place for Angels …
There is no Place, there is no Place for you…