Schwarzes Licht — Callenish Circle

Leaning out of the window Breathing, my eyes wide open Embracing this shaft of light

Feeling Frightened, timorously waiting Hoping, for my rebirth to come Striding for that open door

Black is the light, that sticks to my retina Black is the light, that whispers of hope

Black is the light that haunts me Another dawn, another stroke The searing pain prevails

Das Schwartze Licht Es nimmt mir die kraft Es nimmit mir die hoffnung Ohne furcht in das nichts hinein

I open my eyes, feeling the cold I hear the cries, smelling humid soil My bones are broken, yet I'm running Floating on a pitch black effect

Feel the effects, of a black sear My lungs are tattered, my eyes are shut The last image in my retina