Danse Macabre - Tristesse lyrics

"® Writing poetry in the fields of Bretagne ¯ expresses a wish that never

happened. The sentence came to me when being on tour with my band. We were

crossing the land of Bretagne and the landscape with it's woods and menhirs

seemed so inviting. Visions of Celtic traditions and legends immediately came to

mind and the unreachable within reach. Due to a busy schedule it was impossible

to stop and really taste the atmosphere. It always has been my experience that

events that ALMOST took place are the most inspiring for reality had no grip on

the whole. This way a strange kind of magic, a dreamworld even, can remain

intact."

Blood red skies like a messenger of doom

Skeletons on parade in villages on fire

Divine maidens suffering from the plague

Apocalypse my friend put these cities into dust

Dust on coffin lits

Tales never told

Citizens living in cages of glass

Writing poetry in the fields of bretagne

But hear the cries of a distant battle

Cardinals in decay and Gods who failed everywhere

Nero's fiddle distuned, Rome into flames

With wings wide spread I wish to fly

Like an eagle embracing the sky

Dying during a final flight

Oh deliver me from life

Plundering savages drunk with bloodlust

Knights in armour now long vanished

Jesters holding the crown

Noblesse fading away

Noblesses fading

Blood red skies like a messenger of doom

Skeletons on parade in villages on fire

Divine maidens suffering from the plague

Apocalypse my friend put these cities into dust

Dust on coffin lits

Tales never told

Citizens living in cages of glass

Writing poetry in the fields of Bretagne

But hear the cries of a distant battle

Cardinals in decay

Gods who failed everywhere

Gods who failed...

TRISTESSE!