I wandered down in Demonsworld - the landscape of lost play I wandered on the edge of time - where night was also day The time was short - this time was mine I was born for no reason The lifetime of the one-eyed soul was only one dark season Just draw them on stone Engrave them on bone Fly to the dead moon and meet me there soon ; Und du weisst, tief in mir, die einzigen Dinge, die es je geben wird Mein Fleisch starb ab auf einem steinkalten Bett - am Rand der Zeit wo ich liege I slept on pain in Demonsworld, the night was deadly cold And in the rain I drowned , surrounded by a thousand crystal souls Just draw them on stone Engrave them on bone Fly to the dead moon and meet me there soon ; You came to me and gazed through them and through my open wounds And then you saw the blasphemies dwelling in the heart of doom I died deep down in Demonsworld - the landscape of lost play My flesh deceased on stone cold bed - on the edge of time I lay I slept on pain...