Discografia

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)

Letras:



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)