Opera IX

[by Bauhaus] White on white Translucent black capes Back on the rack. Bela Lugosi's dead. The bats have left the bell tower, The victims have been bled, Red velvet lines the black box. Bela Lugosi's dead. Undead Undead Undead. The virginal brides Fil

I'm the encounter dance I'm the chain dance I'm the blending of darkness and light I lead the snake's circle in the thirteen moon's night I give my blood to mother earth Burn fire, burn bright Burn fire, burn bright Fire.bright Fire.bright Lead my st

It's the night of shabat The plenilune feast Rise from your mortal sleep and let your astral body glide away With the sacred ointment Plunge into the new dream Follow the way of the secret life Silently graze archaic dimensions On water and over wind

I'm alone the night wind's blowing on my face and the branches of the trees are crying in the big empty of this night. Step by step along the shadow path the black cloak of darkness opens the door in the place of eternal silence. Wha strange emotions

Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle to be completed. I'm walking through this autumnal mist where everything dies and where everything's a