Sopor Aeternus There was a Country by the sea Lyrics:
There was a country by the sea, but I cannot say
for certain, whether it was part of a lonely isle,
or merely some coastal region. A landing-stage of
rotten blanks stretched carefully into the waves,
and for one moment I did wonder, what frightening
purpose it might serve. O, heavy, roaring, endless
seas, what secrets does this rage entomb? Have
ancient memories or hungry ghosts, gathered all
their strength, to call for this storm?
Deep-seated gardens, almost a labyrinth, walled in
by ruins and rocks ivy-clad, perhaps this strange
place had once been a palace, where now viole(n)t
bushes bear dark thorns instead. A young boy was
taking me by the hand and unerringly he was
leading me down below the gardens, which I hardly
remembered, the moment I took the first step
underground. We came to a room with only small
windows, and to my suprise I could somehow still
hear, though reduced to a murmur, now chant-like
and humming, to once savage voice of the roaring
sea. The boy has built a catacomb, he is living in
a tomb, below the ground, where there's no sound,
he is hiding, from the world. Something resembling
an altar was built there, a secret overshadowed
structure and use, underneath, in inanimate
self-contemplation, lay a jet-black mass of
coal-like granules. Yet, this dark material had an
unearthly lightness, and when I touched it, to
feel what it was, it did seem to totally ignore my
presence ...-without leaving a trace, it came
trickling off. Then out of a sudden from under the
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barrow something, appeared, unexpectedly: it was
the bones of the little boy's mother, which he had
placed with greatest care underneath

[Chorus]

There must have been something in my look(s),
'cause the little boy started to speak, and to my
unvoiced Question of why he had done this, he
answered these words to me: "This is the only
way I can be save from her, only this can
guarantee, that she will not rise again, because
when she does, she is always following me. There's
just no alternative, I cannot escape from her,
because as soon as I try, she will get up again,
merely to haunt me...-oh, believe me, I have tried
numerous times! But here in these vaults I have
finally found something that works like a seal,
these jet-black granules do keep me from harm, and
her bones can no longer hurt me. Piled up in a
certain, specific form, all the remains must be
covered with it, then everything keeps still and
for a brief moment I can pretend, that she does
not exist. Yet, all the time I must be on my
guards, because now and then it can happen indeed,
that frequently the earth does tremble and shaken,
and some of the stones are Starting to slip.

So, constantly I have to control the barrow, the
jet-black darkness of the coal-like mass, in order
to be there, to repair the damage, to pile all
back safely and to replace..."

The boy has built a catacomb, he is living in a
tomb. below the ground, where there's no sound, he
is hiding from the (terrible) world. It took me a
while to realism that we all have secrets and
fears ...- is it then a surprise that we close our
minds from the pain that is causing these tears ?
Lyrics: There was a Country by the sea, Sopor Aeternus [end]