An asking
Will you try to answer this one?
Can you hear my loud call
As I cried to the sky?
Can you hear my loud roar as I shouted my "Why?"
Never ask what I want,
Never ask what I need,
How can you understand all is wild and is queer?
And I need no your love
And I need no your smile,
I don't need no your thought or no even advice.
I don't need pity yours,
I don't need even sight,
I don't want you and me hand in hand, side by side.
I just want you to hear,
I just want you to know
How I hate, how I cry in the night is so long,
As I whisper in pillows,
As I weep and I cry
"How I hate, how I love, oh god, can I be right?
Was I born to be dead?
Was I born to be killed?
To be killed by the winter, to be killed by the sin?
Should be killed by the summer,
Should be killed by the light,
Should be killed by the love, by the autumn dark night?
Should be killed by the hate
Of the people I see?
Should be killed by they both the temptation and fee?
Should be killed by the bygone,
Should be killed by the snow?
Now I ask you, my dear, and I ask you to know.
How can I be the greatest,
How can I be the last,
How can I be the powerful one, be the god?
How can I be eternal
And forever to live?
How can I be the happy... and have nothing to fear?"
Epilogue
For him and me, for us to see, there's none may live.
I hold his hand and watch the end of graceful land,
When time and space and dratted race our evil face �
Eyes opened wide, heads lifted high � no one sees light.
Humankind, left to die.
Wings of dark, a shadow's mark.
Some kind of plague, an epilogue,
A rotting corpse at Heaven's doors...
For him and me, for us to feel as people kneel.
I hold his hand and greet the dead � my hail I send.
This time of war when die the lore, the oozing gore.
Eyes opened wide, the bodies lie... no man to see the light.
Humankind, left to die.
Wings of dark, a shadow's mark.
Some kind of plague, an epilogue,
A rotting corpse at Heaven's doors...
Around the Lance our joy we dance, no other sense...
Humankind, left to die.
Sorrowful is naked skull.
I laugh and fly while people die.
The scarlet gore at Heaven's shore...
Hiss
A midnight thought is almost darkful,
But who may change a colour of the night?
And who will sell his wings of sorrow
For many happy days of light?..
I wish I've never been alone,
But who may change a destiny is his?
And who will climb the goddess stone,
Himself born as a hiss?
The cemetery of dead planes
Decreptitude now rules here between the frames of planes
Dying machines are lying helpless and powerless
The empty eye-sockets of partholes looking through
The seasons changing one after one, I've come to...
The cemetery of dead planes
The graveyard of dead planes
No movement I can see here, just gloom and immobility
I'm going past the carcasses reposing with insensibility
Too many years they lie on this place without a sign
Unnecessary things that people left to die
The cemetery of dead planes
The graveyard of dead planes
When the night comes to this place
The planes begin to tell their tales
If you don't sleep you'll know them all
The tales of past, the tales of old
Before your eyes the scenes might run
You will be quiet till the morning's sun
Bewildered by this eternal rite
The sky will cry with the falling stars
The cemetery of dead planes
The graveyard of dead planes
See the dreams and hear the sound
Of the dead planes fallen to the ground
Now a wind is blowing here between the frames of planes
The open-air machines are lying helpless and powerless
The ajar wounds of the partholes are looking at me
I came to the cemetery, I came here to be...
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