Kat - Delirium Tremens

Mom, for so many years you have been gone
Mom, the warmth is missing, and where are you?

You run and hide behind the house
You run and hide like a dog

Mom, a ghastly nightmare consumes me, I am afraid
Mom lend me your shoulder, I beg of you
Mom, three years I love you
Though you never wanted me
- Hey there, pour the beer into my hands
Why, why do they tremble so?

Mom, how I wish that I could boast
Mom, but how can I, since I know
Mom, three years I love you
Though you never wanted me
Hey there, pour the beer into my hands
Why, why do they tremble so?

I am 25 years old and life... broken like a twig
Each time I look behind... a horrible black stain
Each time I look in front of me... hard, cold stone
I felt my life's calling to the cloth or to the sword
And I discovered that neither one nor the other have anything to defend

I had been Faust... and I had been Prometheus
I weighed a grain of knowledge against the macrocosmic mount of mystery
And I rent the flame from the heavens, so as to carry it forth to my brethren...
And this flame revealed itself as a firefly which shines without illuminating and burns - without igniting...

And my heart which traversed the whole earth,
In search of the unknown one... it did not find her...

Capturing the dove it spilled holy blood, innocent blood
Possession was its instrument, which even for vengeance may not call
And when I called to arms the millions of all the living in the name of faith in God?
I only then discovered in the light of blinding truth,
That in the very depths of the instinct of life universal dwells an iniquity....
And its last banner had to be burned...

And so it is today... alive - without life
Lonesome - without loneliness and erring - without error
My ship without compass or wheel drifts into the unknown void...

So let the full measure of of my desert be filled
This world I shall forsake, whose petty intrigues are none too clever...
Nor whose miseries are none too little...

So that my tears I may contain, I shall entomb myself in my forebears' fair and princely grave...
And then perhaps will I discover a new world inside my soul?
Whose augury manifests to me with unmitigated force...
This metaphysic of the soul, which in my dreams I see, and in wakefulness forget...
And so thus perhaps I will succeed in exploring that other half of the moon, perpetually occulted from earthly consciousness...

Behold the day, luminous and bright as the sun...
But what is its meaning?
My soul has a luminosity all of its own
All of its own...
Tenebrous depths independent of the sun...

Let us take our leave, as for him, who aimed the bullet at his own heart...
There is no today, no tomorrow...
No here, no there...
Only principalities of thought immeasurable,
Locked away in a nutshell...

Mom, I drink alone
Mom, I know not where
Mom, for all the children do I pray
Mom, for your sin

You ran and hid behind the house
You ran and hid like a dog