SCT. HANS BLUES

 

For years Iíve been having a nightmare or dream

I never am able to tell

A call from the past that sounds like a scream

A haunting and beautiful spell

 

A guardian angel that touches my mind

She wordlessly unfolds my heart

I wake up in darkness and leave her behind

Such many a mile apart

 

The daughter of the sainted pity in pain

A flower imprisoned by flesh

Sheís wetted and stained by a merciless rain

A tranquillized village of death

 

Her spirit in chains, yet far beyond reach

Once more in a world made of locks

Her tears are a key to a universe each

Of grief of which nobody talks

 

I want her, I need her, I lust for her soul

I want to reveal my desire

But read on her lips the love that I stole

And wake up to feel her expire

 

Sheíll never betray me, she wonít ever speak

About me or my secret sin

She knows that the mind of a lover is weak

And treasures it under her skin

 

For years Iíve been having a nightmare or dream

Iíll never be able to tell

A call from the past that sounds like a scream

A haunting and beautiful spell

 

A guardian angel that touches my mind

She wordlessly unfolds my heart

I wake up in darkness and leave her behind

Such many a mile apart