Yesterday you went to a close game The light that never fell on us To the shadow that followed us all the time To the juggler who fell too short and early Suffering with the much too great pain Suffering, but you don't hear her anymore A fairy tale that tells of a death Full of murder, violence and heart and blood But only drinks silence in your eyes Should one continue to chase ghosts? For a truth, everything is worth it For this ghost in the moonlight We do what three witches prophesy Suffering with the much too great pain Suffering, but you don't hear her anymore A fairy tale that tells of a death Full of murder, violence and heart and blood But only drinks silence in your eyes