Der Vampir des eigenen Herzens
Illuminate
The Vampire of One's Own Heart
Your source of suffering is like a waterfall
That showers my desert
On your salty stream of tears
Hopes turn into dreams
Am I not just a dissonance
In the midst of divine songs?
Irony, it struck its fangs
Into me, biting and dragging me away
You pull me into infinity
To transcend time
Like two suns, we will burn out
When we find each other!
Am I not just a dissonance
In the midst of divine songs?
Irony, it struck its fangs
Into me, biting and dragging me away
