SOPOR AETERNUS No-one is there Now and then I‘m scared, when I seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentences No, I don’t speak anymore and what could I say since no-one is there and there is nothing to say So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone listening to the lack of light, or sound or someone to talk to, for something to share but there is no hope and no-one is there No, no, no... not one living soul and there is nothing left to say in darkness I lie all alone by myself sleeping most of the time to endure the pain I am not breathing a word, I haven´t spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is secretly straining her ears But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind I am the mistress of loneliness my court is deserted but I do not care The presence of people is ugly and cold and something I can neither watch nor bear So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone listening to the lack of light, or sound or someone to talk to, for something to share but there is no hope and no-one is there No, I don‘t speak anymore and what should I say since no-one is there and there is nothing to say? All is oppressive, alles is schwer there is no-one and NO-ONE IS THERE... [SOPOR AETERNUS]  [PAGE D'ACCUEIL]