Niobeth

Fear no more the heat o' the sun, nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm

For the blood of the innocents. For the marked bodies of the children. For the wounded women. For the lost souls. For the stolen innocence. For the trapped tears. For the deep sadness of the world. For you to return to the world. For there to be hope

Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen, Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her! Fühlt nicht durch dich Sarastro Todesschmerzen, So bist du meine Tochter nimmermehr. Verstossen sei auf ewig, Verlassen sei auf ewig, Zertrümmert sei'n auf ewig Alle Ba

You have return just as you promised. Should I believe in you? I still cry when I remember the things you made me do. Leave me alone, I don´t want you. Feel paradise, I can take you with me. Just follow me (follow me) and be still (my voice) at my vo

Listen to the breezee. Keep my breath for cold nights. I need every drop of your love to feel free. I need you to need me. I will carry on. Your fingers travelling all over my body, your caresses building my way. I will care for you. Embrace me in th