Discography

The Moon And The Wanderer 2014


I. She The Moon

II. These Warm Sunrays

III. I Shall Kill The Sun

IV. Farewell My Little Boy

V. The Frozen Soul (Instrumental)

VI. Bleak Legacy

VII. Dying Nightingale

VIII. The Key

IX. He The Wanderer
(Instrumental)

Lyrics:



I. She The Moon


The marble sphere we have above

She rules the night sky and men's hearts
One could cry all night long
She won't listen at all
She will never touch our ground
She The Moon


We live every night with pain

Howling at her from everywhere
But one can cry all night long
She won't listen at all
Hands will never touch her surface
She The Moon


Tears of the young men

The most passionate of them
I turn their hearts asunder
They’ll never be the same

Please take heed youngsters
You're only a spark in an eternal flame
I watch below for an instant
But in the immensity
I forget again




II. These Warm Sunrays


These warm sunrays of this winter evening

Caress my face and my soul is ablaze

I sigh 

I’m walking alone
The horizon seems to be on fire
My blood turns to stone
Thinking of her, my mind freezes


And I sigh

These warm sunrays of this winter evening

Increase my pain and every day is the same


Why?

And I sigh again

The feeling is so strong

That tears can be shed without an end
Eternal sleep’s call
Seems a well-deserved relief


And these winter sunrays

Exalt the beauty of the day
But the more beautiful it is
The more I bleed from within


Why am I walking alone

While birds make their nests
While night embraces the moon
With unconditional love?




III. I Shall Kill The Sun


Trees are the only witnesses

Of my lonely cries
I speak to them as if they could
Listen from the heart


“I beg you, embrace me

Among your branches I could sleep
Be kind with me
Please caress me
Clean my tear-wet cheeks
Speak tenderly to me
Oh please cover me with leaves”


I can walk, cry and sing

While the world rapidly spins
While sun falls through leaves in beams
Or rain hides my never-dried tears
Hoping that it comes to an end


Trees are the only witnesses

Of my lonely cries
I speak to them as if they could
Listen from the heart


“I beg you, embrace me

Among your branches I could sleep
Be kind with me
Please caress me
Clean my tear-wet cheeks
Speak tenderly to me
Oh please cover me with leaves”


This is my Via Crucis

Though hope never leaves
It makes the way more painful


Torn is my heart

I collect the pieces
But they fall again
Through my slippery fingers


Thunder roars, caring not what’s below

It is strong, as I thought I was
In a moment, innocence lost
And soul broken by an almighty god
Hoping that it comes to an end


Fire engulfs me when my wings

Fly into the sky
Protecting his bride, he burns me
So cruelly, lord Sun


“You must know I shall fight

Until the Moon tells me to die
As a ghost I’ll wander throughout the land
Looking for her through the sky
Broken as I am
I shall kill the sun”


This is my Via Crucis

Though hope never leaves
It makes the way more painful


But I have become tough

And I can’t be killed
Blessing or damnation
I am here to stay


“You must know I shall fight

Until the Moon tells me to die
As a ghost I’ll wander throughout the land
Looking for her through the sky
Broken as I am
I shall kill the sun”


This is my Via Crucis

Though hope never leaves
It makes the way more painful


Torn is my heart

I collect the pieces
But they fall again
Through my slippery fingers


But I’ve stolen strength and I´ll never melt

Stolen from Thunder!
And I can fly again

Unless the Moon demands my death…




IV. Farewell My Little Boy


If your eyes could show me

Behind walls of tears
What lays in this our landscape…
But trust me I must leave


Though you don’t believe me

I’m sorry for you
For fate didn’t unite us
I know you’ll cry, it’s true


Farewell my little boy

Try to forget my face and my voice


I’m sure others will come

For you to find the joy

You’ll dry every night’s tears
And make a better choice


Farewell my little boy

Try to forget my face and my voice
Farewell my little boy
We must live our lives on our own




V. The Frozen Soul (Instrumental)




VI. Bleak Legacy


Every single day my thoughts collide

The landscape reflects my soul and so my eyes
Alone I shall walk to purify myself and freely sigh


Who will hear my call

When I’m on my knees
When blood flows from my mouth?


As fallen from the sky

The angel of my cries 
Is cutting with her scythe


Look at me

When I’m walking ahead
And then I turn around
The flowers wither


Look at me

When the thunder roars high
And the clouds turn blacker
Over me it rains mud


And alas, the night falls

And I find myself alone
The moon bathes my weak body
When finally sleep comes forth


And in my dreams I see

One thing that cannot be
I see her walking near me


No matter where I lie

No matter what I think
That moment is present


The moment when you said

The worst thing I could hear
The sky fell on my feet


Look at me

When I’m slowly crawling
Throughout this land
All children cry


Look at me

When I sing my wretched chants
And my voice grows louder
The nightingales die


Living in a paralysing world

A frozen and torn soul
Listening to those paralysing words
My only answer was a howl


And here

Struggling with the shadows of trees
Dodging death’s kiss
Immortality is not bliss


Obsessed by an unattainable dream

I drown deep in all seas
Before my poor eyes
A bleak legacy


And alas, the night falls

And I find myself alone
The moon bathes my weak body
When finally sleep comes forth


And in my dreams I see

One thing that cannot be
I see her walking near me


And in my dreams I see

One thing that will never be
I see her walking with me




VII. Dying Nightingale


Here and ahead and under soft rain

Its wings broken and its chest blood-stained


Trembling of pain, of fear

A little bird so near
That even without a tear
Its crying is so clear


And thus death crosses the air

Followed by that terrible gale
Alas the wound, with time, won’t repair
It tells life to the dying nightingale


Here and ahead and under soft rain

Its wings broken and its chest blood-stained


Inner silence and the ancient pain

All around this image tortuously spread
Raindrops still fall patiently
When the bird take its last breath


And thus death has crossed the air

Followed by that terrible gale
Alas the wound, with time, won’t repair
It told life to our dying nightingale




VIII. The Key


You’d wish you were blind

To never see what lays behind
Deaf, to never hear those cries of doom
Ignorant of why fate is so cruel


You’d wish you were numb

To never feel the pain inside
To never feel the blows of life
But I know for sure it can’t be done
And you know


Any light dazzles me

And any sound deafens me
And touch makes my skin shudder
Please help me master
I know you are near
Your presence encourages me


I feel that I’m weaker by every instant

The vicious circles surround me
I’m reaching the bottom I long for the surface
You told me the key is on fire
It burns your soul with true fire


Here before me

The bleak land I see
I! Victimized by myself


Tell me master, once come to this point

What can I do? Where to go now?
You always said that everything has a meaning
But it isn’t visible in this void


I feel fate is too cruel, too cruel with me

It doesn’t show any doorway
If I can’t fulfil my wish, why am I here?
Tell me now where this road leads
I’m tired of this suffering


Will you hear me?

Open your eyes

Your soul, your body and your mind
For the suffering is only inside
It’s the fire where your longed-for key hides

Just look forward

At your doomed reflection in this land
And don’t avoid a painful slash
For the scratches reveal the fire inside
Where your key hides


My fire shows

I can feel it strongly
Darkness is around when I look at it
I’m putting my hand into the flame
The pain goes beyond all known


I feel that I’m falling into a bottomless pit

I feel that my being transforms, on fire
The old burned
I sprout as a new fireproof soul
My key now opens all the doors


An old phase is out

New ways all around
I must feel proud
My essence is stout


Hear me, son

Though you reach the limits of your soul
You must know there is always a door
That can be opened by that key of yours

Just take your own

Burn the stages and open your doors
Feel how the fear is all gone
You have found the best treasure of all:
The key





IX. He The Wanderer (Instrumental)