Take a look at this boiling world Through my stony, ancient eyes These thousands of years have been Even for me a damned long time Through a spider's web I have...

On the distant hills the trees are stripped bare Rustling leaves everywhere Sometimes cold and sometimes warm Sometimes wind and sometimes storm Whispering bree...

I believe in the thrill of the hunt My venes´re infected by the smell of my gun To sweat to swallow to kill to strike Is my therapy to protect my rights I´ll b...

I´m sitting on the window-sill As I did for all those years Watching a drunken fellow Drowning in high-proofed tears He´s moaning for all these days That he had...

The moon is full My ashtree too While I try to say goodbye To my past my dreams My hopes my life Desperatly trying not to cry My diary just turns to ashes My mo...

How often did I ask my lifeline why I had to suffer just to find A shelter where it%B4s safe and warm In the neverending torturing storm I always saw the house...