On Cold Seeds
By Frank Peter Hermsen
On cold seeds through the night
With a spider on my wall
Gliding through the past
Drifting through my soul
Pressure can be strong
Captured in a cave
In the right another light
With the other in a grave
Marian where are you now
Where is the thunder of your breath
Gimme Shelter in the storm
Beware my mind from deeper death
But I forgive
I forgive everything and more
And I forget
The penitence I was made for
Can you hear the diggers calling
Can you hear them calling me
Can you see the mist is waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For me
Marriaged to the traveller
Chained to the messenger he just killed
Fucked by the glowing of the dawn
Lost in cloudy visions still
My face is rather swollen
My fame is circeled in it´s hall
My fears are grown and gathered
When I beginn to fall
Can you hear those voices
Can you see the faces come for me
Beyond the cloud they´re waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for me