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It’s finally night, no stars are seen

The moon is hiding, it’s afraid of me
No light in the heavens
Not a ray of hope, only silence
And in me, strange shadows of my fear

The corn was golden and the sky was clear

1617, summertime was here
We lay in the whispering grass
Her hand on my skin was tender and warm.
She didn’t know that I was lost
I told myself that I could overcome the urge
But that very day was my first bloodkill
She died there in my arms

Every time that I reach out to life, nothing comes up in my hands

I want to be the flame and the ashes, but I have never even burned
I want to climb unto the mountain
And sink into the depths of the pit
I want to be an angel or the devil somehow,
But I’m the creature
That always wants the things he can’t get
If there were just the smallest bit of luck for me, I could live with all the pain
But all the hoping is for nothing, and the hunger never ends.

One day, when the earth is gone

And the last man along with it
Then nothing will remain but the emptiness.
An insatiable need
And all there will be is a big hole.
An insatiable need

The pastor’s daughter let me in one night

1730 annunciation night
With her lifeblood I composed a poem on her skin so white
And the emperor’s page from Napoleon’s court
1813 he stood at the door
How could his sadness not have touched my heart, I can’t forgive myself.

But every time that I reach out to life, I feel how it falls apart
I want to know the world and all it is, but I don’t know my own heart
I want to taste freedom, and I can’t break free of these chains
I would a saint or a sinner become,
But I’m nothing but a creature that crawls and lies and must destroy that which it loves
We all hope that life will get better soon
And it helps us to stand the pain
I want one day to be satisfied, but the hunger never stops.

Some believe in humanity, and some in gold or fame

Some believe in art and science, in love and in heroism.
Some believe in gods of different sorts
In wonder and signs, in heaven and hell, in sinners and saints and Bibles and edicts,
But the true power that controls us all
Is the shameful, endless, consuming, destructive,
And ever insatiable need.

You morals of the future, I tell you now and here:

Even before the next millennium begins,
The one and only god all serve shall be
The insatiable need
 German to English
Finally night, no stars to see
The moon is hiding because he dreads me
No light in the ocean
No false ray of hope, only the silence
And the silhouettes of my torment

The grain was golden and sky clear

1617, as it was summer
We lay in the whispering grass
Your hand on my skin was tender and warm
She didn’t guess (little did she know) that I’m lost
I still believed that I could win
But on this day, it happened for the first time
She died in my arms

As always, when I reached for life, nothing stays in my hand

I want to be (future) a flame and ash and have never burned
I want to rise higher and higher
And sink ever deeper into nothingness
I am nothing more than a creature
And always wants what he cannot get
If there were only a[n] [eye]blink (moment) of happiness for me, I could buy the eternal suffering
But all hope is given up (vain), and the hunger never ends

One day, when the earth dies

And the last person with her
Then nothing stays back (there), as the barren desert
An insatiable greed
What remains back (there) is only the great void
An insatiable need

The pastor’s daughter let me (in) one [by] night

1630 after the Maiandacht (religious holiday in May to Virgin Mary)
With her heart[blood] (heart and soul) I wrote a poem on her white skin
And the emperor’s page from Napoleon’s war
1813 he stood in front of the castle
That [because] his grief broke my heart, I can’t forgive myself

But every time I grab for the living, I can feel how it breaks
I want to understand the world and know everything and not know (characterize) myself
I want free[dom] and to be free, and can’t lose my chains
I want to be a saint or criminal
And am no more than a creature that creeps and lies and must tear up whatever he loves
Everyone that thinks that everything will be better
Then he takes suffering in buying (he suffers while doing things)
I finally want to be satisfied myself, but the hunger never ends.

Some believe in humanity, and some in money and fame

Some believe in art and science, love and heroism
Many believe in the gods of various kinds
At wonders and signs, in heaven and hell, on sin and virtue and Bibles and briefs (rules)
But the true power that governs us
Is the shameful, endless, consuming, destructive
And eternally insatiable greed

Also, you mortals of tomorrow, I prophesy now (today) and here:

Before the new millennium begins
Is the only god, everyone serves
The insatiable greed.