Coroner's Sun - Kirlian Camera

Fast, without a story the past falls

After so many windy days

A nameless new fog comes

All that you may hear is just a lost noise…

Like a feverish hell’s drone

In this petrified hill

Anyway here it comes

Looking like unforeseen joy

In the end, as a thief

As a silly memory

Stealing on stars on stars

And their everlasting fire

Summertime, secretely

Here it comes with its nonsense

Stealing any revenge

And the voice of the dumb dead

Stealing both Satan’s blood

And every possible last hope

S’got your face, your language

Your all-time depressing voice

Your postcards from the world

Sent off when you were a star

All the wanton lies you always spread

And all the allies you always had

Are now close to burn down

Unreal oblivion without sound

Makes everything more ghostly while

So still appears the garden

S’got the grudge you always had

And the snobbery of whom

Has a friend, maybe dead

His stuffed body in the lounge

S’got the grudge you always had

And the snobbery of whom

Had a love, time ago…

Who killed you before your crimes…