Innenraume CD

Without warning the silence had stopped breathing.

A breeze of attention sweeps through the wings.
Here he comes, escorted by Death, whom no one sees, and by [], who never arrives.
Heralds, sound your horns! Attention!

Your love for things dreamed was your contempt for things lived.

Virgin King who disdained love,
Shadow King who despised light,
Dream King who denied life.

Amid the muffled racket of cymbals and drums, Darkness acclaims you Emperor!