Böse Archive - Thesilée

Castle of Grey

Come to my Castle, my Castle of Grey
Come to my Castle, there’s no more to say
Come to my Castle and wither away …
Will you come to my, come to my Castle?

Go walk down the corridor, open the door –
You will enter a place where you’ve ne’er been before.
You’ve come to the castle that I call my own,
Where the colours are grey and you are all alone.

Just pass through the doorway and enter the hall,
Try and look for my servants – you’ll find none at all.
And though there are cobwebs, no spiders do weave:
There is no living thing, and there’s no way to leave.

Come to my Castle, my Castle of Grey
Come to my Castle, there’s no more to say
Come to my Castle and wither away …
Will you come to my, come to my Castle?

There is nothing of colour, there’s no black nor white.
There is nothing but grey – it’s my colour of fright.
Dust covers the furniture, windows are blind –
You don’t know why you’re there, and no answer you’ll find.

And still you will feel there’s my breath on the air.
If you listen, my heart will be beating … somewhere.… Weiterlesen

Call Me Evil (Tymur’s Song)

When I was eight, I touched a scroll that held a demon’s soul.
From that day on, my life was changed: I feel it made me whole.
I do not feel what others feel, such things as grief or pain,
but still I find much joy in life, like leaving bodies slain.

So if you call me evil
You’re absolutely right.
But mind that you don’t mention it
If I’m in line of sight.
For once I’ve got you on my list
I’ll come for you at night:
Though there’s a noose around my neck,
It never will draw tight.

I wear my mask, my handsome face, so folks like me around.
I chitter-chatter pleasantly, joke that I’ll ne’er be crowned,
Since I was born the youngest son, fifth prince of princes five.
And yet my brothers better run before I take their live.

My dream’s to slay the sorceress who can’t bleed or be killed:
One needs ambitious goals in live to make sure one grows skilled.… Weiterlesen

The Lily of the Vale II

O I am a lovely princess, I’m as pretty as I can,
And I’m rich, but I’m not happy, for I live without a man.
It is not for lack of courters, or of wits that I’m alone,
But I only want the purest fairest man to call my own.

O mine is the fairest flower, the lily of the vale:
If you’re questing for a husband, come listen to my tale.

So I went to see a sorcerer, and I told him of my need.
We made up a plan together, and a cunning plan indeed,
and I hired a band of hunters that would scare the hounds of hell,
And I went into the valley where the unicorn would dwell.

O mine is the fairest flower, the lily of the vale:
If you’re questing for a husband, come listen to my tale.

I pretended to be sleeping, waiting for the unicorn.
When he found I was a virgin, he came to bless me with his horn.
And he fell asleep beside me, and I knew I’d be his wife,
and I waited silent, patient, for my hunters to arrive.

O mine is the fairest flower, the lily of the vale:
If you’re questing for a husband, come listen to my tale.… Weiterlesen

Paranoia

»Open my E-mail, the reference is urgent:
Some evil people are after your life.
Here’s this attachment with all that may help you:
Open my E-mail and learn to survive.«

»No, I’m not stupid, I won’t touch your E-mail,
I know there’s a virus to drive me insane:
Eating my hard disc and reading my memories,
You don’t want to help me, you want to cause pain.«

Worms kill computers, there’s plague and there’s anthrax,
Poison and venom and nukes in the air:
We need no gun and no bullet to kill you,
We’ll bring you down when you’re all unaware.

»Open my letter, they’re planning to kill you!
They are everywhere and their powers do grow.
I know how to help, so I wrote you this letter,
these pages contain everything that I know.«

»No, I’m not crazy, I won’t touch your letter,
it’s heavy and thick of white powder inside!
Your letters contain vicious germs that cause anthrax:
All people who’ve opened these letters have died.«

Worms kill computers, there’s plague and there’s anthrax,
Poison and venom and nukes in the air:
We need no gun and no bullet to kill you,
We’ll bring you down when you’re all unaware.… Weiterlesen

Let me be your Mirror

You want me to say that I love none but you
And I say as you wish, but you don’t think it’s true.
O you are the fairest that ever I’ve seen –
Let me be your mirror … will you be my queen?

From your wall, I can watch your rooms corners. I spy
Every step that you take, every time you pass by.
And sometimes you’ll stop and your face we will share …
How much do I wish that forever you’re there!

You want me to say that I love none but you
And I say as you wish, but you don’t think it’s true.
O you are the fairest that ever I’ve seen –
Let me be your mirror … will you be my queen?

In your eyes, I can see things I rarely can see:
They’re reflecting my soul. In your eyes, I am free.
I’m a mere piece of glass if you stay from my sight,
But spare me a smile, and the world turns to light.

You want me to say that I love none but you
And I say as you wish, but you don’t think it’s true.
O you are the fairest that ever I’ve seen –
Let me be your mirror … will you be my queen?… Weiterlesen

Lady Tree

Down in the ground beneath the roots of yonder tree
her bones lie buried deep, for no man’s eyes to see…
He would not love her half as much as he loved gold,
and she would never do whatever she was told:
He had to kill her, that’s one thing he won’t regret:
No one will find her in her earthen bed.

Tree, tree, Lady Tree,
– hide my secret where none may seek it –
Tree, tree, Lady Tree
– grow my shape for all to see!

The years went by, and yet the lady found no rest –
Killed by the man whom in her life she’d loved the best.
Her spirit touched the tree that grew upon her grave:
If not for justice, then for vengeance she did grave.
The years went by and by, and as the tree did grow,
the lady’s features it would start to show.

Tree, tree, Lady Tree,
– hide my secret where none may seek it –
Tree, tree, Lady Tree
– grow my shape for all to see!

And then his friends would come and talk about the tree:
»Is it not strange? The thing looks like a girl to me.«… Weiterlesen

Kleine Frau Marie

Mutter, laß mich nicht allein!
Ich mag nicht im Dunklen sein.
Leg ein weißes Tuch um mich,
sonst schlaf ich nicht ein.

Vierundzwanzig Kinder, jung und fein, spielten Ball im Park.
Mit dabei war die kleine Frau Marie, sie war hübsch und stark.
Sie warf den Ball so hoch hinaus, sie warf den Ball so flach,
und bei dem schwarzen schwarzen Schloß fiel er übers Dach.

Eine schöne Dame trat heraus, sie trug ein schwarz Gewand.
»Hol dir deinen Ball, kleine Marie, komm, nimm meine Hand!«
»Ich will nicht mit, ich komm nicht mit, alleine nicht erst recht!
Weil«s von euch heißt, Ihr seid sein Geist, Ihr seid bös und schlecht.«

Mutter, laß mich nicht allein!
Ich mag nicht im Dunklen sein.
Leg ein weißes Tuch um mich,
sonst schlaf ich nicht ein.

Sie nahm das Mädchen bei der weißen Handund führte es hinfort,
in einen Raum aus schwarzem schwarzem Stein, totenstill war’s dort.
Sie setzte es auf einen güldnen Stuhl, sie gab ihm süßes Brot,
sie nahm ein Messer, lang und scharf, und stach das Mädchen tot.

Dickes Blut floß dunkelrot hervor, dünnes Blut floß hell,
Herzensblut floß rein, so rein, tot war das Mädchen schnell.
Sie packte es am weißen weißen Fuß, es lag als ob es schlief,
sie warf es in den Brunnenschacht, siebzehn Klafter tief.… Weiterlesen

Geistergarten

Was ihr heut Garten nennt ist unser Friedhof.
Da hüpft und spielt dein Kind auf meinem Grab.
Dort wo die Büsche sind, da stehn die Steine, so alt und grau,
die Schrift verwittert, doch ich kenne sie genau.

Da stand ein Haus aus schwarzem Stein, darin wohnten wir.
Wir lebten gut, denn wir hatten Macht.
Wir herrschten über jeden Mensch, über jedes Tier
Bis dann das Feuer kam in der Nacht.
Das ist so viele Jahre her, doch nie vorbei …

Das Feuer kam, jedoch durch wen, das erfuhrn wir nicht,
denn es hat keiner den Tag erlebt.
Es fraß uns auf mit seinem gierigen roten Licht
Und unser Zauber war ausgewebt.
Das ist so viele Jahre her, doch nie vorbei …

Weil wir zur Lebzeit so böse warn, wie man sagt,
bracht uns der Tod auch nur Tod, nicht Ruh:
Man hat uns direkt aus dem Himmel wieder verjagt,
wir drehn der Hölle den Rücken zu.… Weiterlesen

Garden of the Ghosts

You call it garden fair, but it’s our cemetary.
Your child will skip and dance upon my grave.
And where the bushes grow, you’ll find our stones, they’re so old and grey –
Their words are weathered, but I know what they do say:

The was a castle with black walls and it was our home.
We were magicians of wealth and fame.
We were the lords of every man, every beat to roam
until the night that the fires came.
It was so many years ago, yet it’s not past…

The fire came yet who did light it, we’d never learn
for no one lived till the break of day.
With greedy flames all of our skin, our bones did burn
and all our magic was cast away.
It was so many years ago, yet it’s not past…

You call it garden fair, but it’s our cemetary.
Your child will skip and dance upon my grave.… Weiterlesen

Dragon Hunt

Three elves set out a-hunting, a dragon they would kill
who dwelt within a tower upon a barren hill.
There was bold Lady Jennifer, there was Lord Darrien fair,
and there was Lord Adimas, dark his heart and red his hair.

Now when they reached the tower, they found there was no gate,
nor any holes or windows to seal the dragon’s fate.
They could have burnt the tower down, but that was not the game:
They had not come to free the land, but for the gain of fame.

O I will kill the dragon, slay the beast all on my own.
So I will be a hero, and I will gain the crown.
Now if you kill the dragon, one day you’ll mount the throne –
but if you kill your very heart, you will be all alone.

Then right out of thin air three wingéd spirits did appear.
And one of them asked: »Darrien, what truly gives you fear?«
And one of them asked: »Jennifer, what is your weakest part?«
The third asked: »Lord Adimas, pray who dwells within your heart?«

»O I’m afraid of thunder«, Lord Darrien would admit.
»I can’t resist temptation«, and Jenny winced a bit.… Weiterlesen