Schlagwort: Böse

bookmark_borderCastle 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.
Hark, your feet leaven an echo – or maybe it’s me?
You’ll never escape, for your life’s meant for me.

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?

And then you will wake, maybe wake with a scream,
And you’ll find you’re at home – it was only a dream!
But then walk to a mirror, and look at your face
And you’ll find there’s no colours, but all shades of greys.

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?

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bookmark_borderCall 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.

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.

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.
She is the only one to tell if truly I’m possessed
So I’ll make sure that no one knows, and killing is the best.

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’m gathering a band of goons to set out on my quest
And have them quarrel day and night about who loves me best.
Just to make sure they’ll never see what lurks behind my eyes
For the first one to call me out will be the next who dies.

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.

Ein Lied über Tymur Damarel, Prinz, Schwätzer und Meuchelmörder,
eine der Hauptfiguren aus meinem Roman »Das gefälschte Siegel«

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bookmark_borderThe 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.

O he was so sweet and frightened and the trap he did not know,
And I played my part but perfect, even killed one man for show.
Than we ran away together, with the hunters on our back,
And I led him through the valley, to the sorcerer’s tiny shack.

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

»Hurry, Sorcerer!« I was crying, »can’t you see he’s almost dead,
and the riders are approaching!« And the sorcerer scratched his head:
»I know but one thing to help you, but I’ll do the best I can.«
And then, just as he had promised, turned the creature to a man.

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

There he stood so fair and handsome with his skin like lily white,
Trembling like a wounded roebuck, and his eyes were dark as night:
He was just what I had wished for, not that macho kind of guy,
And a unicorn no longer, so the riders passed us by.

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

»I am sorry«, said the sorcerer, »but you’ll have to live a man:
I could turn you to a human, but can’t turn you back again.«
»There’s just one thing!« I said quickly, looking at this wretched thing:
»If you cannot make him unicorn, then I’ll make him my king.«

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

It’s five years now that we’re married, we’re as happy as can be.
He believes that I did save him, doesn’t know the fiend was me.
Listen, ladies, if you’re lonely and you want to be a wife:
Get yourself a golden bridle, catch a unicorn alive!

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

Jede Geschichten hat zwei Seiten…
Die andere Seite ist »The Lily of the Vale«

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bookmark_borderParanoia

»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.

»Open your window, I’m down in your garden,
I just want to talk, so please hark what I say!
All on your own, you cannot flee your enemies:
Their number’s increasing by night and by day.«

»No, I’m not silly, I won’t touch my window,
clouds of your poison gas sully the air.
Silently creeping to kill us while sleeping:
I cannot see them, but still they are there.

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 your door, there is me on the outside.
I just want to help you, please let me get in!
I know pretty well that your life is endangered:
Without this advise of mine, you’ll never win.«

»No, I’m not foolish, I won’t touch my doorknob,
you’re lurking for me and there’s plague on your breath!
You’re roaming our country to spread foul diseases –
One confrontation will surely mean death.«

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 your eyes, I am here at your bedside,
Watching your sleep like a passionate friend
I know you’re afraid, and I know you’ve got reason:
But that that I’m your helper, you must understand.«

»No, I’m not loony, I won’t move my eyelids,
I don’t want to see the plutonium’s ray.
Power plants damaged send wild nukes a-roving:
I’ll stay in my paper bag till you’re away.«

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.

»I’m sorry, my friend, but I simply can’t help you.
You’re so suspicious, won’t let me get near:
And yes, you were right, for I wanted to kill you.
And yes, I succeeded, you’ve died of your fear.«

Think of computer worms, of plague and anthrax,
of poison and venom and nukes in the night:
We need no gun and no bullet to kill you,
You’ll kill yourself if we cause enough fright.

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bookmark_borderLet 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?

Never I will show faces of any but you.
May the world think me blind if you know that I’m true.
I’d do anything for you, it’s still not enough:
All mirrors turn magic, if they learn how to love.

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?

Tell me why do you treat me so cold and so cruel?
You’re betraying my love! Do you think I’m a fool?
Any mirror you pass by, you’ll bless with your smile
And care naught for your true love – I perish meanwhile …

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?

One last glance – one last smile’s all I’m asking of you.
Now my magic can bind you, there’s naught you can do.
Your face I’ll hold frozen, your joy and your grief,
You never will move now … and you never will leave.

I want you to say that you love none but me,
And if you say so, why should I set you free?
O you are the fairest that ever I’ve see.
Let me be your mirror … Will you be my queen?

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bookmark_borderLady 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.«
»Her shapes and features just reming me of Madeleyne.«
»Ain’t it a pitty that she’s no where to be seen…«
He listened helplessly, afraid that they could know:
O that deceitful tree would have to go!

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

He rose next day, that night had brought no sleep, no rest:
To knock that tree right down would simply be the best!
But when he reached the spot where once the grave had been
there was no trunk, no tree – sheer nothing to be seen.
He froze in horror, cruel fear took o’er his mind.
Than hands of leaves would reach out from behind…

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

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bookmark_borderKleine 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.

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

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Nachdichtung des Lieds »Little Sir Hugh« (trad.)
Dramaturgie erforderte eine Geschlechtsanpassung

bookmark_borderGeistergarten

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 …

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.

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 …

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.

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.
Das ist so viele Jahre her, doch nie vorbei …

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.

Doch liegt im Winter euer Garten tod, öd und kahl,
es wächst kein Blatt, und das Gras ist braun
und ihr schlaft alle tief und fest, dann, mit einem Male
leckt ein Flämmchen am Eisenzaun.
Ihr denkt, das Feuer sei unser Feind? Wir sind sein Herr …

Was ihr jetzt Friedhof nennt, ist unser Garten.
Da hüpft und spielt mein Kind auf deinem Grab.
Wo jetzt noch Steine sind, blüht bald Holunder im Mondenlicht –
Wir sind vergessen, doch vergangen sind wir nicht.

Die englische Fassung dieses Liedes ist »Garden of the Ghosts«

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bookmark_borderGarden 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…

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 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.
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:

But as we lived to be as evil as one can be
no peace nor rest did we find in death:
The realms of Heaven we were never allowed to see.
Send us to hell? Better save your breath!
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.
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:

Yet if it’s winter and your garden lies dead and bare,
the leaves are gone and the grass won’t grow
and you are sleeping save and sound, o so unaware
that there’s a spark that begins to glow…
You thought the fire to be our foe? We are its lord…

You call it cemetary, but it’s our garden fair.
My child will skip and dance upon your grave.
And where your stones do lie, you’ll find an elderflower bush in bloom –
you did forget us, but you won’t forget your doom.

Die deutsche Fassung dieses Liedes ist »Geistergarten«

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bookmark_borderDragon 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.
Adimas watched them disappear, till no one was to see,
and then he smiled, and then he said: »My heart holds none but me.«

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.

He found himself within a room with mirrors all around.
No trace of his companions, no exit to be found.
Adimas would not hurry, but his rapier he drew:
This was a place to exercise with panoramic view …

Then right our off thin air, this bright blue spirit did appear
and said: »My Lord Adimas, I know what brings you here.
I am your heart, I know your soul, and evil lies within:
I know your very secrets, all your crimes and every sin.«

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.

Adimas plunged his sword around and stabbed him with a cry:
»So you know all my secrets? For knowing, you must die!«
His blade that once was reddish now turned to a bloodstained red:
The spirit was no longer – Adimas dropped down dead.

Three elves set out a-hunting, and two of them hunt still.
They never found the dragon, who lives as dragon will –
nor did they find Adimas, who pierced his own heart through:
He’d come to kill a dragon – it was worse a fiend he slew.

O I have killed the dragon, slew the beast all on my own:
Now tell me, who’s a hero, and who is all alone?
For if you’re only on a quest for gold and fame to win,
make sure you slay the beast without, and not the beast within.

 

Ich habe zehn Jare lang Rollenspiele gemacht, ohne dass mir jemals ein Charakter gestorben wäre, bis Adimas, mein Lieblings-Changeling, es schaffte, sich selbst zu durchbohren. Wir heulten stundenlang. Und kamen dann überein, daß wir noch nie eine bessere Sitzung gespielt hatten …

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