Beloved Murder
I lie on a thorny soil
motionlessly and bewitched
but not dead
the ice-cold misty winter night
entwines my back
a black ant crawls
on my slightly wounded hand
the wind carries my scent
the scent of deceasing hope
the last prayer
the last dream
don’t grieve for me... my beloved murder
I stand to loose you
but give me strength for this new world
I will protect you on all your ways
but forgive me my sins
I try to give back
what you have done for me
but hold the sorrow far from my sweethearts
the last prayer
the last dream
don’t grieve for me... my beloved murder
I feel the perishing coldness
the gradual failure of the organs
Please allow me to go my god… my saviour
My beloved murder
the last prayer
the last dream
don’t grieve for me... my beloved murder | 
