"And so the seven angels
Prepare themselves,
To blow the seven trumpets."
My memories are confused,
Images are fighting one another;
Falling stars and summer storms,
Stained gla** windows of antique cathedrals.
I don't know whether go on with the struggle,
Walking on the crest of this fate;
Or if I have to blow the first trumpet,
And damn you for your beauty.
The storm of hail and fire
Is unleashed over innocent's hearts;
All eyes will be burnt out,
Only I will still admire your body.
You betrayed me! You fooled me,
Using my fidelity for your vices;
The second trumpet blows,
I burn the blood in your veins.
The firing mountain falls into the sea,
Water explodes in the gills of the fishes;
It is hard to breathe for you,
You can't burst of joy anymore.
With your words I became your Joker,
Too many promises spin a dark web;
The blare of the next trumpet,
To snatch your snake tongue.
The bright star "Absinth" is falling,
All shining sources become bitter;
Your throat is tightening from pain,
Preventing you from speaking.
You forced me to see the world,
Through the lenses of your eyes;
I want to be a seagull again,
And for this I blow the fourth one:
The moon eclipses the sun,
One star eclipses the moon;
Darkness cloaks the world,
And your eyes are open on the deepest night.