Es Ist SchöN Bei Dir
I remember somewhere in the rain, the faces of the passers-by, staring
faces, broken blinds
I recall the situation clearly, standing in a crowded car, I can feel the
need in me
CHORUS
Hold on, nightrider baby, hold on, you're a nightrider
Riding the night, searching for what is gone
Never reaching the end, so you must travel on
I still see that vision of delight, while cruising on the black of night,
but she keeps a step ahead
Looking out the corner of her world, nobody ever knows a girl who once
lived along this way
CHORUS
Desolation, degradation row, go
faces, broken blinds
I recall the situation clearly, standing in a crowded car, I can feel the
need in me
CHORUS
Hold on, nightrider baby, hold on, you're a nightrider
Riding the night, searching for what is gone
Never reaching the end, so you must travel on
I still see that vision of delight, while cruising on the black of night,
but she keeps a step ahead
Looking out the corner of her world, nobody ever knows a girl who once
lived along this way
CHORUS
Desolation, degradation row, go
Sacromonte
Human columns
Hardened into stone
in loving memory...
Cleaned and inscripted
A linear aesthetic epitaph
Lying in my arl
Your requiem's complete
Singing wall of death
Crawling on remains
A lachrymator (of joy)
Cold stiffens the joints
Hard like a mortician
Coroner of hate
(Unclip bolt under roof
to eliminate any rope drag)
Beautifully brutal
Tattoeed in the book
Emotionally historic
Cadavericly classic
An ecstaserial grave display