Beneath the mound of ancient stone
A pulse still beats though flesh is gone
His blade awaits the final war
Frozen in time but sleeping no more

The ravens shriek the earth quakes loud Who wakes him when the sky burns red

He Awakes
When kingdoms crumble into dust
The Guardian Stands
No grave can hold his vengeful thrust

His shield of light a thousand years old Bears every battle's wrath untold
The ground splits wide his march begins Where he treads the earth caves in

Black moon dies
Storm winds rise
Stand your ground
Or meet your demise

He Awakes
When dawn ignites the dead of night
The Guardian's Oath
No Rest Just Endless Fight

He Awakes
When dawn ignites the dead of night
The Guardian's Oath
No Rest Just Endless Fight

Year of shadows plague and night
Bülows torch burned sacrilege bright Wilsnacks name in embers cried
Yet in the ash three hosts survived

Pilgrims came through storm and pain
To touch the blood that fell like rain

Blood At The Altar
Miracle forged in fires embrace
Ashes To Glory
Heaven wrote its proof in grace

Shattered church a hollow grave
But crimson hosts no flame could claim Angels carved in smoke and dread
The wounded knelt and saints were fed

From mountains far they crawled in dust To kneel where God hid in the rust
Aveee

Blood At The Altar
Now the cathedral breathes again
Ashes To Glory
Through the scars of mortal men

Blood At The Altar
Now the cathedral breathes again
Ashes To Glory
Through the scars of mortal men

Kampehls crypt where stone weighs cold Swear the oath and keep your soul

A knight in death yet flesh wont fade
His lying tongue his price was paid
If guilt is mine let rot take hold
But Death just grinned and spared his Bones

Shepherds blood a lovers plea
The court believed his nobility

Oh Kahlbutz
Your curse still breathes beneath the clay Oh Kahlbutz
The grave wont claim what lies betray

Three hundred years his peers are dust Yet leather skin clings to his crust
No worm dare feast no mold may cling The oath lives on a withered thing

Hear the coffin whisper low
Truth will out where liars go
Never never

Oh Kahlbutz
Your hollow eyes stare through the night Oh Kahlbutz
The damned dont sleep they wait for light

Oh Kahlbutz
Your hollow eyes stare through the night Oh Kahlbutz
The damned dont sleep they wait for light

Kampehls crypt seals one last lie
The oath remains but saints deny

Steel born in Prignitz sand
Blade forged by rebel hand
No kings law could break his stand
Fire wrote his fate in brand

Towers crash
Hear the cry
Johanns wrath will never die

Johann
Flame and sword
Johann
No remorse

Pritzwalks gates turned to dust
Kyritz kneels in fear and rust
Through the smoke his legend thrust Storm of blades no king to trust

Mark these words fools of might
Ash remains fire burns bright

When midnight calls steel sings true Prignitz whispers Johanns rage through

Dambecks pyre 1668

She walked the rye with healers hands But fear struck dumb the witless land Witch they screamed their minds were Shut
Truth was ash beneath their boots

Iron wheels turned lies to law
Herbs meant hope they called it flaw

Greta Burns
Chains and fire for a sinners name
Greta Lives
In every crow her souls aflame

They broke her bones on justices stage Seals and scales a devils gauge
No plea could melt their hearts of frost
A healers worth in flames was lost

Linden tree your branches weep
Where crimson stained the roots run Deep
Never forgotten

Greta Burns
Her spark still lights the oppressed
Greta Lives
In every dawn she's manifest

Greta Burns
Her spark still lights the oppressed
Greta Lives
In every dawn she's manifest

Now crows take flight through smoke and Scorn
The healer returns in every storm

Wittenberge proud by the Elbes flow

By rivers edge the fortress stood
Where Kunigunde pledged her good
Her knight marched east to holy war
But loves vow cracked she swore no more

Years bled slow his hope stayed true
Till fate returned to paint hearts blue

Flames Rise High
The castle screams in scarlet light Treasons Price
A wedding dies in vengeful night

He rode through dawn with roses red
To find her in anothers bed
No plea could douse his furys spark
The feast would end in burning dark

Steel unsheathed the chapel glows
No mercy left just fires throes Kunigunde

Flames Rise High
The Elbe drinks the ash of pride
Treasons Price
In embers carved loves suicide

Flames Rise High
The Elbe drinks the ash of pride
Treasons Price
In embers carved loves suicide

Wittenberge now shadows weep
Where stone and scorn their vigil keep

Midsummers night
The waters divide
Gold gleams below
But Death waits inside

Beneath the waves where dead men tread Lies gold no living hand may wed
On Johannis eve the surface splits
To lure the damned with greedy fits

They see the shine they charge ahead
The lake just laughs and claims their Breath

Rudowers Flame
The elders warning turns to ice
Rudowers Gold
One slip youre locked in paradise

Their bones now stand in crystal caves Glass puppets danced by watery graves The lake dont weep it only grins
And waits for next years sins

Hear the whispers down in the deep
They sing your name as you sink to sleep Join us

Rudowers Flame
It burns your lungs with frozen light Rudowers Gold
Youll gleam forever in the night

Rudowers Flame
It burns your lungs with frozen light Rudowers Gold
Youll gleam forever in the night

So mark this well you bold and sworn
The lake takes all on midsummers morn

Gloewens curse walks tonight
Run but never hide

On midnight roads where dead men tread A shadow stalks with eyes like lead
No growl no breath just hells own chill
It knows your sin it knows your will

Crossroads burn with guilty light
Your pulse his drum your soul his rite

Black Dog Of Gloewen
Dooms own herald at the gate
Black Dog Of Gloewen
Turn around and seal your fate

They hanged him high they burned him Blind
But flesh means naught to hells own kind Now paws of ash and fangs of spite
He hunts the liars hunts the night

See the flame in his glare
Damned ones know he's always there

Black Dog Of Gloewen
Your shadows cast his jaws align
Black Dog Of Gloewen
One last breath and you're his sign

Black Dog Of Gloewen
Your shadows cast his jaws align
Black Dog Of Gloewen
One last breath and you're his sign

Only the lost can see his frame
And all who do wear hells own name

He rides for seven—die or run!

Hooves like thunder, midnight chase
See his cloak of rotting lace!
Spot his face—you'll race the dead
Seven laps or end up dead!

The churchyard's edge—your only friend
Outrun the reaper or meet your end!

Seven circles 'round the spire!
Seven hearts will burn in fire!
The rider's here—your time is now
Run or pray, he's right behind you!

Too, slow.

Hans took his spade at midnight deep Where no sane man would dare
The earth wept blood
The crows took flight
He Found The Sword And Lost His Hair

Hark The Howl Of Devils Hill Blade Unburied Blood To Spill Run You Fools The Grown Groans The Wolf Is Clawing At Your Bones

De Düvel sien Swerd slääpt

The hill still hungers
The wolf still waits
Dig if you dare

No battering ram could break these walls No fire could melt their stone
So through the night they dug the fall
The River Claims The Throne

The Tower Sinks The Flag Still Flies
Fields Of Mud Where Brave Men Die Lenzens Ghosts Will Never Drown
The Elbe Sings Their Crown

With iron clutched in frozen hands
They leapt into the tide
The emperors men could not understand Why No Soul Stayed Alive

When midnight waters fade to low
Look to the sands
The Flag Still Glows

The Tower Sinks The Flag Still Flies
Fields Of Mud Where Brave Men Die Lenzens Ghosts Will Never Drown
The Elbe Sings Their Crown

The Tower Sinks The Flag Still Flies
Fields Of Mud Where Brave Men Die Lenzens Ghosts Will Never Drown
The Elbe Sings Their Crown

Find us when the water sleeps

Instrumental 

Plattenburgs shadow where reeds Embrace stone
She walks alone

Where marshes swallow ancient light
A lantern drifts through endless night
The castle dreams the oaks repent
But she still walks where none dare tread

They bound her hands with sacred thread Laughed as the bog became her bed
Now bishops gold turns black with rust While she returns from deaths disgust

The Moorlady Weeps
By Plattenburgs cursed wall
Her Breath Is The Frost
That seals your pulse to fall

The ravens nest where she was tied
Their wings now cloak the lakeside
She gathers mist she knits the fog
To shroud the ones who doomed her slog

Hear her hymn through castle halls
A lullaby to drown you all
No priest no blade no holy word
Can silence what the marsh has heard

The Moorlady Weeps
Where shadows claw the stone
Her Curse Is The Wind
That chills your flesh to bone

At dusk shell whisper your name
And drag you where the drowned remain

Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive
Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive

Let's drown the truth in the undertide
Till we love the plan to die
Do the pleas they come soaring out or die
We won't know the lake will drown
We will nod it all the down
Through your soul that belongs my crash get down
Let's say will the answer will the end
I'm more it turns out

Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive

They come to the skies the run
To way I've come to me on the sun
The soaring of suns upon
The trees will never change
Waking up but we came back home
Like this the sky

Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive
Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive
Run, the storm is alive
The dead ride, none survive

Peat-black waters stir
Forgotten curse awakes
A monk's pagan plea
Condemned the bog to bleed

Eye in the mire
Crimson orb in the quagmire
Luring lost souls deeper down
Where roots of ancient oaks drown

Wanderer sees the light
Drawn to glow in dead of night
Mud whispers Join the drowned
The fen demands its fee

Hic est pactus obscurus
Deus non exaudivit

Eye in the mire

November frost, Prussian ground
A envoy lost, not to be found.
The lantern fades, the shadows rise
A final glove, a last disguise!

Eyes in the dark, the night attacks
The road is cursed, it watches back!

Gone!
Vanished through the steel and speed
Gone!
No body, sign or deed!
The earth refused what France required
A diplomat, by shadows fired!

They searched the inn, the stable hall
The river's cold, it told no call.
Yet on the ground, a message torn:
"I am taken!" then none forlorn.

Ticking clocks, the silence cracks
Hooves of doom on frozen tracks!

Gone!
Swallowed by eternal night
Gone!
No justice, wrong or right!
The legend burns as fear inspires
A diplomat, engulfed in fires!

Search no more
Where the ravens soar.
The tale remains.
Forever war!

Marshlights gleam in moonless night
Peat-black water no end in sight
Come closer a whispering sham
Where the bog will make you damned

Ho-di-te proch

Bog lure
Run from the shore
The water hag cries more
Bog lure
Deceiver's light
Dragging souls into the night

Feet sink where the ground should be
Slavic eyes beneath the peat
Three-faced god of drowned revenge
To the murky depths you're sent

Bog lure

On Elbe's shore near Lenzen in grey antiquity's shaft
You ask the oak who stole my head where lies it kept
From roots a log-like voice resounds
The king's war-axe your life swept away

Forest lord weeps
The earth drinks blood
Since the day the ancient tribe rests

Forest lord's whisper
Through moss and limb
Who asks shall feel their spirit fray
Forest lord's whisper
No escaping
Heinrich's curse the wood awakens

A worker hears the shriek by the dyke
My head bring it home here it lies
From that night he was never found
The forest bound him to the ground

Forest lord's whisper
Through moss and limb
Who asks shall feel their spirit fray
Forest lord's whisper
No escaping
Heinrich's curse the wood awakens

Slumber tree spirit your head is gone
Heinrich's axe

Elbe flows black with blood of tribes
Nine twenty nine - Heinrichs genocide
Wendish warriors head struck down
At Lenzen fortress, pagan crown

Gde moja glava?

Moon reflects on rivers skin
Headless rider rides again
Seeking vengeance through the night
In the storm of Slavic fright

Headless horde, riding from the sword
Hooves like thunder, axe held high
Hear the slaughtered battle cry
Headless horde, death is their reward
Find your skull or take new head
Slay the living for the dead

Centuries passed, the curse remains
Through flooded fields and railway veins
He haunts the marshes foggy trails
Where modern doubt meets ancient wails

Headless horde

Iron came with cross and chain
To break the grove where the old gods Reign
But when their torches touched the pyre
The earth drank flame and breathed it Higher

Flames reborn! Roots feed the fire
The grove still stands though priests Conspire
Flames reborn!
Northwind fans the spar

The bishop laughed
Now Christ Prevails!
Till embers wrote in scarlet tales
His robes turned black with holy oil
The fire sighed and took his spoil

Dig where the birch bark peels.

In the year of war and fire Perleberg stood defiant

The banners rose with dawn's red glare
Steel rang loud through smoky air
The Habsburg tide in blood-stained mail
Had come to break the city's veil
No quarter no retreat nor peace
The winter winds would never cease

And on the walls the townsfolk cried
But still they swore they'd never hide!

Storming Perleberg flames kiss the sky!
Cannons roar as angels die
Ash rains down on cobbled stone
But Perleberg stands though left alone
Storming Perleberg through hell they came
But none would break her iron name!

The Swedish guns had thundered first
Now Habsburg blades would quench their thirst
With pikemen ranks and sabers bare
They charged the square in smoky air
A baker fell a priest held fast
The town endured each brutal blast!

Oh mother Prignitz veiled in grief
Your soil drinks war like falling leaf
But stone remembers blood and flame
And carves in death the proudest name

Beneath the blood-red harvest moon
A shadow stalks the blackened dune
The peasants whisper, Lock your doors!
The wolf is hungry, flesh it crawls for!

The gallows rope could not restrain
The curse lives on through pulse and vein!
His claws like steel, his eyes afire
The Beast of Putlitz feeds his ire!

Hear his howl! The night turns cold
Gods above and demons below!
Run for your life, pray for your soul
The Wolf King rules where darkness groans!

The village sleeps in terrified dread
Children hiding, visions in red
A storm is brewing, the skies explode
The legend lingers on this wretched road

Hear his howl! The night turns cold
Gods above and demons below!
Run for your life, pray for your soul
The Wolf King rules where darkness groans!

No cross can save you
No blade can slay him!
The moon is rising
Flee or die!

In the ashes where hope once stood
Only shadows walk through the hollow wood
Legends echo of battles lost
The Beast of Putlitz is the final cost!

Hear his howl! The night turns cold
Gods above and demons below!
Run for your life, pray for your soul
The Wolf King rules where darkness groans!

Putlitz burns tonight!
The beast feasts on the fading light
Putlitz burns, we face the blight!
Feel the terror, the end is nigh
Darkness reigns where hopes go to die!

Deep in Gadow the bell was cast
Cursed before its first tone passed
Sank beneath the muddy floor
Rings from the abyss evermore

No priest can find the source the sound
Yet still it tolls beneath the ground
Some say it warns some say it weeps
For sins the village buries deep

The bell of Gadow calls at night
Its sound is dread not guiding light
Beware the chime from deep below
It tolls for those who should not know

What lies beneath we dare not speak
The bell consumes the strong the weak
Mountains tremble waters freeze
Gadow's curse brings all to knees

Rings evermore
Buried deep
Should not know

No name no stone to mark his grave
He walks through mist and autumn wave
Cursed betrayed denied
In Karstaedt's woods he cannot hide

Left bleeding in the rain
Truth in chains eternal pain
Footsteps chill the frozen air
Lingers lost in dark despair

No grave in Karstaedt
He haunts where none dare tread
His vow remains his soul unfreed
Condemned to never bleed

Shadows whisper vengeance calls
Beneath the moon the forest falls
Hear his cry in twisted pines
My oath still binds

Cold wind
No grave no rest
Karstaedt remembers
Never bleed

She walks the wharf in widow's lace
Ice in her eyes no mercy's trace
They say she drowned him in the tide
Now lures the lost to riverside

Lanterns flicker voices fade
Each step she takes the debt is paid
A whisper cold a hand unseen
Drags them to depths where nightmares dream

Widowmaker dressed in black
Calls them close they never come back
Cold her breath dark her vow
She drowns them where no sun burns now

Shipwrecked souls on waters deep
Her promise silence eternal sleep
Beneath the moon her shadow sways
Victims bound in watery maze

Neoclassical shred with choirs underneath

The river mourns her broken song
Love betrayed where she belongs
Hearts forsaken souls undone
The Elbe claims what she has won

Widowmaker final attack
Rip them from life no turning back
River's fist time's run out now
She drags them where no sun burns now

No sun burns now

Stone walls crumble hopes decayed
A traitor's hand the gate betrayed
Kletzke fell to fire and fate
War drums echo seal their plate

No messenger fled the night
No shield held against dawn's light
They vowed to stand but death came swift
Dreams buried in the drift

The fall of Kletzke brave but lost
Steel and pride at final cost
Ash to ash dust to dust
Noble hearts turned to rust

Towers blaze with final cries
Under blood-red midday skies
For glory's name their final stand
Fate closed its iron hand

Sanguis pro honore
Mors pro patria
Surget ex cineribus

The fall of Kletzke legends paid
Eternal honor in graves laid
From ashes rise their ghostly roam
Kletzke lives in stone and bone

Remember
Kletzke

It stood above the town so proud
Stone-carved watcher overshadowed
But when it fell the people knew
Death and war came crashing through

Prayers whispered skies watched
Fire danced in children's eyes
The omen spoke the silence broke
Darkness through the city woke

When the horse fell the fire spread
Streets ran black the skies turned red
A broken sign a whispered curse
Perleberg knew the damned worst

Rooftops high they cast their fate
Shadows loomed too late
Laughter turned to screaming sound
Shattered dreams on bleeding ground

Night grew silent haunting chill
Echoes of memories time to kill
Glory lost courage bold
Perleberg burns a story told

When the horse fell flames unleashed
Streets of ash skies bleeding red
Stone shattered the curse came true
Perleberg fell when omens grew

Born in shadows raised in dirt
Stole from kings made nobles hurt
Through cursed streets he led the lost
Silver blade paid in blood's cost

They tried to hang him tried to bribe
Heine laughed slipped the noose's bite
Rode through night a silent flame
No prison wall could hold his name

Heine Klemens ride or fall
No judge no jail no god at all
A legend carved in blood and fire
The gallows still his soul desire

Oh the tales of Klemens' stand
Lawmen fear his phantom hand
From gallows high to river low
My spirit never lays down low

Ride or fall
No grave no name
Gallows shadow

He waits where river shadows lie
No sun no moon no seabird's cry
Boat is black oars are worn
Eyes of ashes name forsworn

They pay in coin they pay in fear
None return who travel here
Rows through mists so cold and wide
Where the cursed reside

Once had love once had land
Now damned by godless hand

Hildebrand the ferryman
No god no grave no final plan
Across the Elbe beneath black sky
He rows where spirits die

Rivers rose with no command
Swallowed villages and farmland
Where meadows drowned and borders blurred
No battle cry no warning word

They watched the tide reclaim the soil
Drowned their homes in silent toil
No sword could fight no wall could stand
God's own flood on mortal land

The drowning borderlands
Where water claimed what man demands
No kingdom left no border drawn
Just deep cold green gone

Year fourteen oh four
The waves won the war
Fields became floor

Fourteen oh four
Remember
The flood

Fields lay black, wind was still
Air grew thick with deathly chill
No light, no spark
Only Shadows over the Mark

No fires lit, no song
Silent march all night long
Bells were gone, pulpits bare
Plague had touched the very air

No Bell was rung
No Priest would stand
The Pest choked the Land
A silent scream, a closing ark

Gardens overgrown
Sorrow. in each Heart sown
Shadows dance with eerie grace
We lost our Place

Shadows over the Mark.

Instrumental 

The sun rose black o'er Elbe's tide
When Heinrich's host in iron pride Marched'gainst the Slavs with flame and Claim
To forge their fate in steel's own name

By Perun's roar, by sacred ground!
For every stone,for every mound!
No foreign crown,no foreign creed!
We are the fire,we are the seed!

The heathen horde charged wild and free But Heinrich's wall stood destiny
With cross and crown,they held the line Storm of valor,battle-sign

By Perun's roar, by sacred ground!
For every stone,for every mound!
No foreign crown,no foreign creed!
We are the fire,we are the seed!

Crimson iron at Lenzen's fight
Slavs defy the Saxon might
By the oath,by the blade
Legends cast in iron shade
Raven's flight, through starless skies

By Perun's roar, by sacred ground!
For every stone,for every mound!
No foreign crown,no foreign creed!
We are the fire,we are the seed!

Steel and storm at Lenzen's name
None who faced them stood the same Through the ages,echoes stream
The crown's true weight is forged in Dreams

Through the mist of ancient woods we Ride
Steel and fury at our side
Hear the chants of warriors bold
Havelberg shall fall tonight!

Thunder roars the gods awake
Perun's hammer starts to shake
Flames will dance on Saxon spires
Burn their cross in pagan fire!

Storm of Perun rise again!
Slavic blood upon the wind!
Havelberg in ashes lie
For the gods and sacred sky!

Balalaika sings the tale
Of the night we broke their chains
Brandenburg in ruin falls
No more kings shall rule these plains!

Lutizi! Lutizi! Hear the battle cry!
Rise brothers strike or die!

Storm of Perun never fade!
Through the years our wrath remains!
East of Elbe wild and free
Slavic souls in victory!

Rujana, Rujana. Volkhvy vstajut' iz mraka!

The evening falls in bloody red on Havelberg's stone walls
A final prayer, a whispered word, as Looming darkness calls
The cross is broke, the steel does gleam, a Heathen's foul deceit
The priest now falls, the bell's last toll in This night of defeat

The earth does shake, the ancient faith awakes!
No cry for grace, only vengeance it takes!

Upon Schmokenberg!
A pyre burns into the night!
Upon Schmokenberg!
The flesh consumes, the spirit free!
The smoke (Schmok!) rises to the sky so black
An offering to the ancient gods, an eternal pact!
For Perun!

The scalp is cut and cruelly peeled, the Grinning skull laid bare
A crimson rain on moss and stone, a final Hopeless prayer
No king's command, no Rome's false god Can save them from this fate
Bound to the stake, by fire's brand, they Meet their end with hate!

The earth does shake, the ancient faith awakes!
No cry for grace, only vengeance it takes!

Upon Schmokenberg!
A pyre burns into the night! (Hey! Hey!)
Upon Schmokenberg!
The flesh consumes, the spirit free!
The smoke (Schmok!) rises to the sky so Black
An offering to the ancient gods, an eternal Pact!
For Svarog!

The wind carries the sickly sweet scent
The ashes' final breath
But in the embers, hatred glows, it will not Rest in death
The years roll on, the church still
Stands, but deep beneath the stone
A whisper stirs: We'll take these lands! You'll never be alone!

Nav' always waits
We will return
The sorcerers rise.

Through Mellen's mist-cloaked hills they Tread
Where ravens crown the pines with dread
The marshlands hum a hollow tune
A dirge beneath the Wenden moon

Her Slavic heart to Christ sworn true
Her knight struck down by Jagomir's Blade
The Wenden king in jealous wrath
Left love to rot in Odin's path

Oh hear the gusli's mournful sigh!
Like willows bent where dead winds die
The Sacrifice Stone chills her breath
Its altar carved for lovers' death

No peace for Jagomir's damned reign
His name now ash his halls in vain
But when the moon splits through the Gloom
She dances slow upon his tomb.

Through the ages stone on stone
Rising high but not alone
Thunder calls the sky to weep
Lightning strikes where angels sleep

*Boberow's curse!* The heavens roar
Shattered spires hit the floor
No steel shall pierce no hand prevail
The blunt tower tells the tale!

Craftsmen climb with iron might
Defying gods they dare the height
Storm winds laugh the clouds conspire
*Crash!* Again the pyre's fire

*Boberow's curse!* The heavens roar

Let it stand but never rise
A monument to mortal skies

The blunt spire waits its story cast
In lightning's wrath and shadows passed

Through the mist of time they fled
Branded souls in fear and dread.
Eldenburg's shadow, cold and grim
A knight of torment, hunting them.

Iron jaws, the walls confine
Chains that bite, the cursed sign.
"Pay the price or fade to dust!"
Mercy lost in greed and lust.

Ohhh! The Chains of Eldenburg!
No escape, no light, no words!
Ohhh! The cries in dead of night
Echo through the castle's might!

From the Altmark's burning ground
Exiled steps with no safe sound.
Yet the klezmer's mournful tune
Whispers hope beneath the moon.

"Gold or pain—your fate is sealed!"
Darkness laughs, the rack revealed!

Ohhh! The Chains of Eldenburg!
No escape, no light, no words!

On ancient walls, as black as scorn
The ravens watch since time was born
Their wings unfold a binding creed
While we remain, the fort shall bleed

But if they leave, the stones will weep
The curse awakes from cursed sleep

The Ravens of Lenzen!
Guardians of ash and oath!
The Ravens of Lenzen!
Their cry declares, the end is sworn!

Mark these feathers, count their flight
When the last takes wing
Lenzen dies tonight

The wind recalls their hollow call
The ravens rise
The castle falls.

Steel meets steel in the crimson dawn
Havel's tide shall drink their scorn!
Markgraf's host in armor bright
Drowns beneath the Wendish might!

Hooves like thunder swords ignite
Death shall sing the hymn of night!
Rivers roar with drowned men's cries
Eagles fall from stormy skies!

Pritzlawa! Fields of the slain!
Iron drowns in the flood's domain!
Wendish blades in the rising sun
Heinrich's empire undone!

One year hence the sands turn red
Vengeance walks where heroes bled!
Seegeberge piled high
Slavic wrath lights the sky!

Drown in Havel's frost!

Pritzlawa! Feast of the crows!
Break their crowns 'neath pagan blows!
Ride or die in the waves of war
Blood shall seal the legend's lore!

Seegeberge! Sauberge!
Iron sinks and gods emerge!

Read the verdict in blood!

I wore the robe, I swung the blade
No mercy in my hollow eyes
The innocent? Just fuel for flames
Their screams were lies to my black pride!

But night by night, the shadows rise
The hanged men point from beyond the Grave!

I was the law, now I'm the prey
The ghosts I made will drag me away.
No last confessions left to say
The gallows know my name.

The witch's child begged for her life
I laughed: God wants you dead by dawn!
Now tiny hands choke me at night
Her spectre haunts my judgment hall!

Mors vincit omnia
But death won't take me.
I must walk this earth in chains!

I was the law, now hell awaits
The ones I killed now hold my fate.
The rope, the fire, the blade I swung.
Tonight they claim their payment!

Judgment is served.

The old gods demanded blood
He paid in wolves

Crown of antlers, cloak of frost
He ruled where Elbe's waters froze
Till baptized steel pierced his heart
You'll hunt as beast, not man

The priests all cheered beneath their Cross
But the forest whispered his name

Wolf-king rise
Moonlight his throne
The pack still answers
The curse still grows

Now travelers drown in winter's maw
Where paws write death in virgin snow
His spectral horde howls one command
Prignitz will remember me

Vlku králi, naslěduj nas
Wolf-king, lead us
Krv za krev
Blood for blood

Wolf-king rise
Your fangs are the law
No church bells left to ring
Just howls at midnight

Before the castles stood
Before the churches rose
He walked this land alone

His shadow crossed the Elbe's tide
One stride could shake the valley
The ravens fled, the farmers hid
His breath brought storms and malice

They raised their swords, they built their Walls
No blade could pierce his skin

One step shakes the land
His fist crushes the sand
Lenzen's giant still walks
In the blood of this land

He hurled the rock that crushed the spire
The Devil's Stone still lies there
His rage outlived the priest's last prayer
His footprint fills with fire

They say his bones became the hills
His heart still beats beneath the river
When midnight storms awake the dead
He rises and roars his wrath again

One step shakes the land
His fist crushes the sand
The legend never dies
The giant still lives

His name is forgotten
His hand is still felt
When storms shake Lenzen
The giant awakes

A farmer vanished in the frost
His throat ripped wide by claws unseen
The blacksmith swore by iron's cost
This curse wears human skin!

He walks on two legs till the shot Rings!

Run when the howl rises!
The Beast of Pankow hunts again!
Silver won't save you
The Curse! Lives! On!

The smith's last bullet found its mark
A human scream beneath the fur
But dawn revealed no corpse—just dark
Pawprints leading to his door

They buried him in chains of steel
Yet every winter, graves lie torn
His Fangs still dream in human Bones!

Run when the Howl Rises!
The Beast of Pankow never dies!
The Moon is his Master
The Night! Will! Feed!

It wasn't dancing, it was a descent into hell!

The fiddler's bow was forged in hell
His tune of pitch and children's screams
Their blisters burst with every step
The ground drank deep their final dreams

The devil grinned"Just one more round!"
But those who fell were never found!

One more step to hell
One more scream to give
The fiddler never stops
The waltz never ends

At midnight still, the marshland groans
Where dancing feet once sank in flame
The ashen prints of twirling dead
Still trace their circles, none escaped

Dancers are mine
Stumblers will die
The moon is my metronome

One more step to hell
The earth still smokes below
No cross, no prayer, no light
Just the fiddler's laugh forever

Haunting pipes cry dawn's lament
Then drums of war ignite the fray!
Blood-soaked mud the Kaiser's tent
Beneath the grim October day!

Swedish steel and Scottish rage
Banér's guns and Leslie's pikes!
Turning history's bloody page
As Northern storm the South strikes!

Twilight of the Iron Kings!
Wittstock's field where empires fall!
Eagles clipped on blackened wings!
Flanking strike! Breaks the wall!
Hear the pipes' triumphant call:
Victory or death for all!

Hooves like thunder shake the earth
God With Us! their fierce reply!
Scotland's fang Sweden's girth
Tear the Imperial sky!

Pipes scream loud in solo flight
Guitars wail like dying men
Drums march deep into the night
Till cannons roar the end!

Schweden's hammer Highland claw
Holy Roman Empire kneels!
Shattered crown broken law
Truth the victor's steel reveals!

Twilight of the Iron Kings!
Wittstock's field where empires fall!
Eagles clipped on blackened wings!
Flanking strike! Breaks the wall!
Hear the pipes' triumphant call:
Victory or death for all!

Iron Kings fall
Iron Kings fall
Iron Kings fall

The moon reveals what time conceals
Where silver currents twist and turn.
The river sighs of kings who lied
Now bound in sand, they'll never learn.

Do you hear the echoes calling?
Bells of gold through fathoms falling.

Beneath the tide, the kingdom hides
Their marble halls now stand so tall
But none remain to hear their name
The waves devoured their golden shame.

A crown once bright now feeds the night
Its jewels gleam in blackest deep.
The Elbe's hand buries the land
Where sinners laugh in endless sleep.

They swore the flood would never rise.

Beneath the tide, the kingdom died
No light remains, no prayers were saved.
The bells still chime for sunken time.
Wittenberge forgets their crime.

Instrumental 

Beneath the ground the fault lines cry
Wittstocks bones awake and sigh
The towers quake their spires bleed
The earth takes back what men decreed

Seven scars the heavens crack
The soil demands its glory back

Earths rebellion the thunders choir
Land of serpents fields on fire
Earths rebellion hear the mountains rise
The cracks still sing of our demise

They wrote it down as times decay
But every bone recalls that day
The fault line laughs beneath your tread
You walk the path of all long dead

Seven scars the heavens crack
The soil demands its glory back

Earths rebellion the thunders choir
Land of serpents fields on fire
Earths rebellion bury all your lies
The cracks still sing of when we died

The earth never forgets
The earth never forgets

Thunder cracks the year is fourteen Eleven
Kurt von bassewitz vengeance sworn From heaven
Kyritz walls in steadfast defiance stand
His fury strikes like fire on stone so grand

Dig the tunnel bring the spades tonight
Beneath the earth a grave is set alight
But in the dungeon lurking deep below
A thief heard whispers secrets start to Grow

Steel on stone the breach is drawing near
Awake the enemy is here

Raise your blades for kyritz brave
Defiance burns from sky to grave
A traitor falls a hero stands
His blood still staining conquered lands
From secret earth the wolf arises
His own blade fell the tyrant dies

Some scream of porridge scalding red
Some tell of pikes where tyrants bled
But all agree the head was finally claimed
His cursed sword forever shamed

The bells still toll through centuries long
For just for poor for freedoms strong
The mayors cloak the sacred tear
Echoes the night of blood and fear

Raise your blades for kyritz proud
Unbroken screaming loud
They wrote their fate in flame and wrath
Defiance showed its fangs of path
From secret earth the beast unleashed
His own blade made the tyrant bleed
Kyritz stands forever

His blood still stains the hall

Iron hooves on midnight roads
His shadow falls where the marshland glows
Across the bridge through mist and fear
One step too far and he draws near

Ride or hide the moor decides
His whisper burns in the dead mens eyes

Black rider lord of the fen
Black rider the curse of men
Black rider your soul he claims
In the marshs fire he calls your name

They say he guards the buried hall
Where pagan kings met their final call
His price is blood his promise pain
You ride with him and not again

Ride or hide the moor decides
His whisper burns in the dead mens eyes

Black rider lord of the fen
Black rider the curse of men
Black rider your soul he claims
In the marshs fire he calls your name

Galloping rhythm church choir chants in Minor harmony

Black rider plattenburgs doom
Black rider from the tomb
Black rider through night and rain
The curse rides on forever reigns

His hoofbeats fade but never end
The moor still waits to claim again

In woods where shadows crawl and creep
By devils lake so dark and deep
She rose in red from waters grave
No soul was strong enough to save

Anglers vanished in the night
Dragged below without a fight
From binenwalde came her name
Frau kloeckner bathed in fear and flame

They fired lead into her chest
But bullets bounced she never bled
Only silver pure and bright
Could end her cursed infernal blight

They laid a trap with bread and milk
Soft as clouds and smooth as silk
She shrank into a bottle tight
Sealed beneath the morning light

Witch of the devils lake arise
Blood in her wake death in her eyes
Bound in glass now running free
She haunts the woods near rheinsbergs Trees
Shell never die shell never sleep
The devils debt runs far too deep

But fate it played a crueler game
The bottle cracked and released her flame
She vanished deep into the shade
Where no man dares to speak her name

The hacht now hides her wicked grin
Where silence screams and sins begin
A whisper rides the northern breeze
She waits beneath the cursed trees

Witch of the devils lake arise
Blood in her wake death in her eyes
Back from the dark the seal is torn
She rides the mist each blood red dawn

Frau kloeckner waits beneath the cursed Trees
Her shadow lingers in the northern Breeze
The devils lake reflects her eyes
Where silence screams and terror lies

Perleberg in wars bleakest hour
A man faced his own mirrored power
By the fountain cold and stark
Devils work the council barked

Dont speak its name dont meet its gaze
Or fire will end your mirrored days

Devils work the double curse
Two souls trapped in one universe
Devils work purged by the flame
The pastor and his shadows shame

The preacher knelt in dread and prayer
His dark twin stood beside him there
Burn them now the mob demanded
As twin pyres in the square expanded

Which one was real

Thirteen shadows kneel in smoke
Their psalms now fading vows revoked
The reformers torch ignites the door
They face the flames and fear no more

Ashes rising in sacred shape
The choirs burning yet will not break

Night of the forgotten walls crack like Bone
Night of the forgotten the stairs cry alone
Night of the forgotten no one hears their Cries
Just blackened prayers where the last Smoke lies

They found the books in ninety nine
The leather torn the binding spine
Touch a page it turns to dust
Yet words still cling to the scaffolders trust

Joachims word melt gods own tongue to Guns
The belfry emptied the river won
One bell escaped the furnaces flame
It sank below but kept its name

Bronze tomb salt and rust
No requiem just rivers trust

No death knell from below the waters Groan
No death knell yet fishers know
Its voice still turns the deep to snow
The bell still dreams in undertow

I toll for ships alone

Steel clad rhythm eight seconds drums Swell into verse

A pretender came with a stolen crown
Laid siege to kyritz to burn it down
Open your gates the impostor cried
But behind those walls the truth would Bide

No swords unsheathed no banners high
They feigned their fear they masked the Lie
Come drink our wine oh waldemar
Tonight you'll dine beneath the stars

Raise the steins let valor wane
Wait till the wine ignites their shame

Toast to deceit the table turns
Cups of fire the liar burns
Toast to deceit the weak prevail
When wits outplay the blades old tale

When ale soaked pride and courage Drowned
The burghers struck without a sound
No battle cry just drunken moans
The false king knelt before their thrones

Toast to deceit the table turns
Cups of fire the liar burns
Toast to deceit the town retains
The freedom won through cunning brains

Ha the false kings fame
Outsmarted by his own game

A farmers son in breddins fields
Two hearts entwined where shadow Yields
The red boys love a servants vow
The masters daughter watched and Scowled

Her whispers dripped like poisoned wine
She turned her fathers heart malign
Away you rogue the verdict came
Their tender dream consumed by shame

Oh stars conceal your light
The night will claim their plight

The red boys tears fill pond below
The maids last breath in barn of woe
Unjustly torn by envys blow
Their ghosts now walk where sorrows Grow

He chose the waters cold embrace
She met the rope in shadowed space
Two souls adrift in fates cruel scheme
Breddins fields now haunt this dream

The red boys tears fill pond below
The maid still calls through winters snow
Love cursed by hands that sowed such Woe
Eternal rest they'll never know

Still they wander cold and stark
Loves flame extinguished in the dark

In the shadowed walls of Lüneburg's Stone
A young princeling grew with the Psalms alone
Far from the gods of his homeland's Sands
Raised by the scripture and the cross's Hand

But deep beneath that holy light
Burned ancient duty ancestral right
Called by the North banished by fate
An exiled heir at a stranger's gate

O Gottschalk prince of the Obodrites
Born between worlds carried by strife
You fell in Lenzen yet not into silence
For the songs remember your sorrow and Life

With Danish blades and a royal command
He returned once more to a land
Raised up new strongholds set order in Place
United mission and princely grace

Mecklenburg echoed with singers and Bells
Church towers rising above the swells
But old bloodlines murmured began to Resent
Too foreign his rule too hard his intent

O Gottschalk prince of the Obodrites
Born between worlds carried by strife
You fell in Lenzen yet not into silence
For the songs remember your sorrow and Life

When the eagle of Bremen was struck From the sky
The North awakened with a heathen cry
The people rose up the fire ascended
The seed of anger long defended

In Lenzen's halls on that border of fate
Gottschalk stood firm at destiny's gate
No hatred no fear just a final stand
A prince who fell with his past in hand

"Slava rodu! Slava zemlya!
Slava onym chto padosta v chas boya!"
Glory to the lineage
Glory to those who fell in the hour of battle

"Nakonichi synu pamyat zhivaya
vechno v pesnyakh v dukhe naroda"
Son of the Nakonids the memory lives
Eternal in songs in the spirit of the People

His wife fled north with the heir in her Arms
Shielded by Danes from the storming Harm
Yet the tale of martyrdom carried wide
A prince a believer torn by time

The rivers remember the forests still Whisper
Of the day in Lenzen and the falling star
No triumph no glory just human Struggle
And a name sung proud in the northern Dark

O Gottschalk prince of the Obodrites
Born between worlds carried by strife
You fell in Lenzen yet not into silence
For the songs remember your sorrow and Life

Gottschalk prince missionary martyr
A name of fire A fate of time

They came with fire from northern lands Afar
For naught but a garter and pride turned To war

From kyritz by the knatter fists raised to The sky
The townsfolk stood firm with fire in their Eye
A knight of mecklenburg furious and Proud
His garter was stolen he swore it aloud

He summoned his brothers with steel in Their hand
To strike down the mockers to scorch Every land
The bells they did toll the heavens turned Red
The war for a ribbon left hundreds lie Dead

They laughed in the alleys cursed loud in The square
Kyritz would answer with blades in the air
No mercy no fear just courage and flame
They fought not for gold but for honor And name

Garter war where steel meets disgrace
For a strip of cloth you have lost your Place
Kyritz stands tall as your armies fall
Mockery rises while empires crawl

The mecklenburg helm was loosened in Fight
The knight was exposed in the pale of Moonlight
He tied it with garter that cursed little Thread
But a kyritzer blade struck him straight Through the head

He fell in the dirt the ribbon still tied
His lance shattered deep in his honor and Pride
The town roared with laughter the legend Was born
A knight died for fashion disgraced and Forlorn

A garter undone a legend was made
Kyritz had won with both steel and with Blade
From towers to taverns the song would be Sung
How laughter and cunning outlived sword And lung

Garter war pride was your doom
You bled for a thread beneath the banner Of gloom
Kyritz the cunning the bold and the free
Their iron was laughter their sword was Their glee

And on storm ridden nights when the Knatter still moans
They whisper of kyritz in cursed tones
Not steel alone brings a hero to die
But a garter misplaced beneath mocking Sky

Garter war your shame will remain
In blood and in song you have died in vain
Kyritz the fearless with jest and with Blade
A legend in fire and fury was made

Garter war a tale told in jest
Where pride bore the wound and death Did the rest
The river still roars with the voices of yore
Garter war and kyritz keeps score

Cold wind whispered through the ancient Pines
Stolen light clutched tight crossed fateful Lines
Deep within the shadows where thieves Confide
Sacred token taken swallowed by the Pride

Steel blade flashed down beneath the Moons cold stare
The white form trembled wept a crimson Prayer
Terror gripped his soul he dropped and Fled
Left the holy blood on leaves where Angels tread

Crimson in the pines
Where the miracle aligns
Washed in tears these hallowed signs
Crimson in the pines
Echoes through the twisted vines
Where the wounded light resigns

Pilgrims came with burdens seeking grace
To where the forest held this sacred space
Healing rose like mist from hallowed Ground
Where the thiefs despair and heavens cry Were found

Crimson in the pines
Where the miracle aligns
Washed in tears these hallowed signs
Crimson in the pines
Stones of reverence now define
This truth beneath the skys design

Monks chant low where the pines still Stand guard
Over blood stained earth forever scarred And starred
A testament in stone where shadows part
Crimson in the pines
Etched upon the heart

Instrumental 

Glöwen's curse walks out tonight
Run if you want — you can't hide

Midnight roads where dead men tread
A stalking shade with eyes of lead
No growl, no breath, just hellish chill
It knows your sin, it bends your will

Crossroads burn in guilty light
Your pulse his drum, your soul his rite

Shadowbound in Glöwen's night
Doom's own herald at the gate
Shadowbound — don't turn around
Each step seals your fate

They hanged him high, they burned him Blind
But flesh means nothing to his kind
Now ash-black paws and fangs of spite
He hunts the liars, hunts the night

See the fire inside his stare
Damned ones know he's always there

Shadowbound in Glöwen's night
Your shadow fits his jaws aligned
Shadowbound — one final breath
And you are marked, you are the sign

And the lost can see his frame
And all who do wear hell's own name

Iron hooves on midnight Ground
A moving shade where Bogfires drown
Across the bridge through Mist and fear
One step more
He's drawing near

Ride or hide
The fen decides

Black rider
Lord of the fen
Black rider
Curse of men
Black rider
Hear his call
Moorfire
Claims us all

They say he guards the Buried hall
Where pagan kings were Bound to fall
His price is blood
His vow is pain
You ride with him
You won't remain

Ride or hide
The fen decides

Black rider
Cold and bound
Black rider
Hallowed ground
Black rider
Speak my name
In the fire
In the flame

In feno pactum ardet
Nulla fuga
Nulla lux

Black rider
Ride or hide
Black rider
Side by side
Black rider
Endless reign
The fen will call
Again, again

His hoofbeats fade
But never end
The fen still waits
To claim, again

Through the mist they Run in fear
Branded souls are Marked right here
Eldenburg, cold stone
No breath
A knight of torment deals In death

Iron jaws, the walls
Close in
Chains on skin, the Cursed sign
Pay the price or fade to Dust
No mercy left
Just greed and lust

Eldenburg, no escape
No light here, no words to Pray
Eldenburg, iron walls
Hear the night as hope Just falls

Altmark burns beneath Their feet
Exiled hearts on broken Streets
Shadows walk, no place To hide
Castle breathes on every Side

Gold or pain, your fate is Sealed
Cold steel laughs, the rack Revealed

Eldenburg, no escape
No light here, no words to Pray
Eldenburg, iron walls
Hear the night as hope Just falls

Under moonlight, Whispers stay
Broken hope won't fade Away

Eldenburg, no escape
No light here, no words to Pray

Stone above the silent Town
Cold eyes watching
Looking down
No one moved, no one Prayed
But the omen was already Made

Stone-carved horse on the Highest wall
Shadows long before the Fall
Whispered Prayers, Breath of fear
Something dark was Drawing near

Fire danced in children's Eyes
Black smoke crawling Through the sky
No one spoke, the bells Stood still
Night prepared to break Its will

Hold your breath — don't Look back
Hear the omen crack by Crack

When the horse fell — Fire rose
Streets turned black Where the river flows
Skies went red — hearts Went cold
The omen code — the Sign was told

When the horse fell
Ash and flame
Stone and blood in a Whispered name
Skies went red — night Rebelled
The omen code — when The horse fell

Rooftops high, they Watched it die
Silent screams into the Sky
Laughter broke to broken Sound
Shattered dreams on Bleeding ground

Doors were closed
Prayers were thin
Darkness crawling under Skin
Every step, every breath
Tasted like the kiss of Death

Hold your breath — hear The sign
Stone is falling out of Time

When the horse fell
Fire rose
Streets turned black Where the river flows
Skies went red — hearts Went cold
The omen code — the Sign was told

When the horse fell
Ash and flame
Stone and blood in a Whispered name
Skies went red — night Rebelled
The omen code — when The horse fell

Stone to dust
Dust to flame
Say the town
Say its name

Stone to dust
Dust to flame
The omen code
Burns in flame

When the horse fell
Fire rose
Streets turned black Where the river flows
Skies went red — hearts Went cold
The omen code — the Sign was told

When the horse fell
Ash and flame
Stone and blood in a Whispered name
Skies went red — night Rebelled
The omen code — when The horse fell

Stone is gone
But the sign still dwells
The omen code
When the horse fell

Tick – Tick – Tick

Er repariert die Zeit

hält Dich an

Durch Dorfstaub und Abendgebet
Kommt er, der die Uhren versteht
Silberketten, kalte Hand
Er kennt deinen Namen, nimmt dich an
Blau und weiß, der Matrosenjunge
Zugeschnürt die kleine Lunge
Mutter küsst dich, Glocke schreit
Er führt dich heim — in Dunkelheit

Kleine Hände auf kaltem Stahl
Jede Sekunde wird zur Zahl
Einmal klopfen, Tür geht auf
Die Zeit bestimmt den Lebenslauf

Tick – Tick – Tick
Die Uhr weint nicht
Zwölf kleine Matrosen sahen das Licht nicht

Tick – Tick – Tick
Kalt und rot
Die Zeit behält, was Seefeld bot

Wald atmet schwer, die Elbe ist still
Keiner geht hier, wenn er will
Schritte sinken in den Grund
Namen bleiben ohne Mund
Knöpfe fallen ins nasse Laub
Kleine Geister in Matrosen Staub
Jedes Flehen kommt zu spät
Jede "Stunde zählt das Gebet

Stahl im Schatten, Recht und Pflicht
Papier trägt Namen, Gnade nicht
Wintersonne, Zellentor
Das Fallbeil singt — dann nichts mehr vor

Tick – Tick – Tick
Kein Zurück
Der Zeiger schlägt das letzte Stück

Tick – Tick – Tick
Kalt und tot
Die Zeit behält, was Seefeld bot

Tempus non parkit
Innocens cadit
Sanguis manet
Sanguis manet

Tick – Tick – Tick

Zwölf kleine Matrosen
kamen nie zurück

Perleberg in bleakest hour
A man stood face to mirrored power
By the fountain, cold and stark
Council whispers: Devil's mark

Don't speak its name
Don't meet its eyes
Or fire will claim
Your mirrored life

Devil's work — the double sin
Two black souls in trembling skin
Devil's work — born in the flame
The priest, the shadow, both the same

The preacher knelt in ash and fear
His dark twin standing far too near
Burn them now, the mob demands
Two twin pyres in shaking hands

Don't speak its name
Don't meet its eyes
Or fire will claim
Your mirrored life

Devil's work — the double sin
Two black souls in trembling skin
Devil's work — born in the flame
The priest, the shadow, both the same

Cold stone, hot breath
One soul born in double death
Who is god, who is hoax
Only fire finally knows

Devil's work — the final sign
Two souls dissolve in burning time
Devil's work — no truth remains
Just echoing screams in holy flames

Which one was real
Which one to blame
Only the fire
Spoke the name

In Kampehl's crypt where the stone lies cold
Swear the oath or forfeit your soul
A knight in death, yet flesh stays near
His silver tongue betrayed by fear
If guilt is mine, then let me rot
But Death just grinned, his bones forgot
Shepherd's blood, a lover's plea
The court believed his dignity

Oh Kahlbutz
Your curse still moves beneath the clay
Oh Kahlbutz
The grave rejects the lies you made

Three hundred years, his peers to dust
Yet leathern skin still clings to crust
No worm will feast, no mold will stay
The oath lives on in dried decay
Hear the coffin whisper low
Truth will rise where liars go
Never, never

Oh Kahlbutz
Your hollow eyes still watch the night
Oh Kahlbutz
The damned don't sleep, they wait for light

Oh Kahlbutz
Your hollow eyes still watch the night
Oh Kahlbutz
The damned don't sleep, they wait for light

In Kampehl's crypt one lie remains
The oath endures though saints refrain

She walks the wharf in widow's lace
Cold in her eyes, no mercy's trace
They say the tide took him below
Now she calls the lost to follow

Lanterns flicker, voices fade
Every step a debt repaid
A whisper thin, a hand unseen
Pulls you down where shadows dream

Widowmaker
Dressed in black, she draws you nearer
Widowmaker
When she calls, the night grows clearer
Widowmaker
Cold her vow, no turning now
She drags you where no sun burns

Shipwrecked souls in waters deep
Silent vows and endless sleep
Under the moon her shadow sways
Trapping the lost in a drifting maze

The river hums her broken song
Love betrayed and carried on
Hearts undone, the current's claim
The Elbe speaks and takes your name

Widowmaker
Final breath, the river's taking
Widowmaker
No escape, no hope of waking
Widowmaker
Cold her vow, no turning now
She drags you where no sun burns

Where no sun burns now
No sun burns now

From depths where shadow devils sleep
A red shape rose from waters deep
From Binenwalde came the name
Of Frau Klöckner fear and flame
They fought with lead and fiery breath
To bind her to a liquid death

A final trick with bread and milk
She shrank away as smooth as silk
Into a prison clear and cold
A story sung a legend told

The bottle cracked the seal is torn
She walks again on blood-red morn
The devil's debt runs deep and true
There's nothing that her hands won't do
Witch of the lake with dead cold eyes
Beneath the curse of Rheinsberg's trees

The anglers gone without a trace
A wicked grin upon her face
The Hacht now hides her from the light
Where silence screams into the night
Pre-Chorus
They thought the glass would hold her tight
Beneath the gentle morning light

The bottle cracked the seal is torn
She walks again on blood-red morn
The devil's debt runs deep and true
There's nothing that her hands won't do
Witch of the lake with dead cold eyes
Beneath the curse of Rheinsberg's trees

No silver bright no holy word
No pleading prayer can now be heard
Just waiting near the water's edge
A whispered vow a cutting pledge

The bottle cracked the seal is torn
She rides the mist of blood-red morn
The debt is deep and never done
Her reign of night has just begun

The bottle cracked
Klöckner's back

Nebel auf der Elbe
Kiefern schwarz im Licht
Graues Leinen im Morgenrot
Und der Himmel schweigt

Tiefe Schritte im Sand
Kalter Atem im Wind
Aus Lanz kam einst ein Wanderer
Wo die stillen Wasser sind

Er kam wie Regen
Auf verbrannter Flur
Wie fernes Donnerrollen
Durch die märkische Natur

Barfuß durch die Wiesen
Durch Frost und Morgenrot
Der Fluss trug kaltes Schweigen
Und der Wind roch nach Brot

Seine Stimme brannte
Wie Feuer im November
Und junge Herzen folgten
Durch Nebel ohne Ende

Sie stiegen in die Fluten
Wo weißer Atem stand
Und sangen in den Eichen
Dem Morgen entgegen

Frisch!
Fomm!
Fröhlich!
Frei!

Frisch Fei!

Er sprach in schweren Worten
Wie Holz auf hartem Stein
Kein fremdes Wort sollte
In deutschen Mündern sein

Aus alten dunklen Büchern
Zog er Glut hervor
Das Wort vom alten Turnen
Stieg wie Rauch empor

Reck und Barren standen
Im Tau der frühen Welt
Und jede raue Faser
War stärker als das Geld

Die Hände voller Erde
Der Blick voll Morgenwind
Und über stillen Feldern
Lag Jahns verlorner Schritt

Frisch!
Fromm!
Fröhlich!
Frei!

Frisch Frei!

Graues Tuch im Regen
Wie Segel auf dem Moor
Er zog durch stille Dörfer
Und trug den Wind empor

Die Elbe nahm sein Echo
Durch Schilf und Weidenland
Bis heute lebt sein Schatten
Im märkischen Sand

Vielleicht nur ein Wanderer
Mit Frost in Haut und Blick
Vielleicht nur eine Stimme
Die niemals ganz versiegt

Denn manchmal trägt der Morgen
Wenn Nebel langsam zieht
Noch immer seinen Ruf
Durch das schweigende Gebiet

Barfuß
Im Frost

Atem
Im Wind

Die Erde kalt
Die Hände rau

Und irgendwo
Zwischen Lanz und Elbe
Geht noch ein Schritt
Durch den Morgen

Frisch!
Fromm!
Fröhlich!
Frei!

Frisch Frei!

Frisch!
Fromm!
Fröhlich!
Frei!

Frisch Frei!

Nebel auf der Elbe
Kiefern schwarz im Licht
Ein Ruf liegt über Feldern
Der niemals ganz zerbricht

Atme ein
Atme aus
Bleib gefasst

Ein Impuls im Dunkel
Ein Befehl aus dem Grund
Wächter starren reglos
Ein Eid bleibt ungebrochen
Das Endgericht ist hier

Bleib stumm
Kein Widerstand
Akzeptier den Frieden

Kein Entkommen
Kein Entkommen
Unser Endgericht ist hier
Unser Gesetz ist jetzt hier

Der Sog zieht dich hinab
Der Takt ist kalt und stumpf
Stell keine Fragen mehr
Die Schuld, die wir tragen
Dein Prozess ist jetzt hier

Atme ein
Atme aus
Bleib gefasst

Welle aus Druck und Macht
Frequenz, die dich begehrt
Dein Wille bricht – ihr Gesetz
Die Entscheidung fällt jetzt hier

Kein Entkommen
Kein Entkommen
Unser Endgericht ist hier
Unser Gesetz ist jetzt hier

Wo willst du hin
Kein Entrinnen
Erdulde
Ergeben

Atme ein

Cold wind whispers through the ancient Pines
Stolen light is crossing sacred lines
In the shadow where the thieves confide
Sacred token lost to sin and pride

Steel blade flashing in the moon's cold Stare
White form trembling in a crimson prayer
Terror takes him, drops it all and runs
Holy blood now stains the forest lungs

Crimson in the pines
Where the broken night refines
Washed in tears these sacred signs
Crimson in the pines
Echoes thread the twisted vines
Where the wounded light still shines

Pilgrims came with burdened hearts to Pray
To the forest where the shadows stay
Healing rises like a silver mist
Where despair and heaven's sorrow Kissed

Broken soul beneath the bleeding sky
Stolen faith still hears the angels cry

Crimson in the pines
Where the broken night refines
Washed in tears these sacred signs
Crimson in the pines
Stones of reverence now define
Truth beneath the sky's design

Monks chant low where the pine trees Stand
Over blood-soaked ground and sacred Land
Testament in stone where shadows part
Crimson carved into the heart

Crimson in the pines
Where the broken night refines
Washed in tears these sacred signs
Crimson in the pines
Time itself before them bends
Where the wounded light ascends

Cold wind whispers through the ancient Pines
Now the stolen light is made divine

River black
Lenzen calls
Heads fall

Elbe runs black with blood of tribes
Nine twenty nine became the night
Wendish banners torn and drowned
Heinrich left them to the ground
Gde moja glava?

Moonlight burns on river skin
Headless rider rides again
Through the reeds and driving rain
No grave ever forged a chain

Hear the hooves below the wire
Marshland breath and chapel fire
Through the fog their standards rise
Empty necks and burning eyes

Headless Horde
Ride the dark and cross the ford
Headless Horde
Drawn again by blood and sword
Headless Horde
Find your skull or take instead
Headless Horde
Night collects the unpaid dead

Centuries drowned in mud and flame
Iron tracks still speak his name
Modern mouths deny the tale
Then they hear them in the gale

Hear the hooves below the wire
Marshland breath and chapel fire
Through the fog their standards rise
Empty necks and burning eyes

No priest could bless him
No king could claim him
No grave could keep him
Bring me my head

Headless Horde
Ride the dark and cross the ford
Headless Horde
Drawn again by blood and sword
Headless Horde
Find your skull or take instead
Headless Horde
Night collects the unpaid dead

River black
Lenzen calls
Gde moja glava.

It wasn't dancing,a descent to hell
The fiddler's bow was forged in hell
His tune of pitch and distant screams

Their blisters burst with every step
The ground drank deep their final dreams
The devil grinned Just one more round
And those who fell were never found

One more step to hell
One more scream to give
The fiddler never stops
This waltz will never end

At midnight still,the marshland groans
Where dancing feet sank down in flames
The ashen prints of twirling dead
Still trace the ring from which none fled

One more step to hell
One more scream to give
The fiddler never stops
This waltz will never end

Dancers are mine
Stumblers will die
The moon, my metronome

One more step to hell
The earth still smokes below
No cross,no prayer, no light
Just the fiddler's laugh, forever

It wasn't dancing, a fall from grace
A shadow tune in a haunted place
The fiddler's bow ignites the floor
He calls you back to dance once more

Your heartbeat pounds with every step
The floor keeps pulling, drawing breath
The devil smiles, Just one more round
You feel the pull of that endless sound

One more step in time
One more breath to give
The fiddler keeps the beat
This waltz will always live

One more spin around
Till you forget the door
You're lost inside the sound
Still coming back for more

At midnight still, the dance goes on
The lights fade out but not the song
Those echoing feet that crossed this floor
Still turn in time to the rhythm's roar

One more step in time
One more breath to give
The fiddler keeps the beat
This waltz will always live

One more spin around
Till you forget the door
You're lost inside the sound
Still coming back for more

Dancers are mine
Stumblers will fall
The moon, my metronome
I'm calling you all

One more step in time
The night still pulls you close
No turning back tonight
Just the fiddler's voice that grows

One more spin around
You're reaching out for more
Forever in this waltz
Still coming back for more

Peat-black water grins below
All the buried laughs awake
Monk and pagan start the show
Cackling while the mirebones shake

Roots are giggling under skin
Crooked circles spin me in

Eye in the mire
Crimson twitch in the quagmire
Babbling voices spiral down
Where the drowned and mad are bound

Eye in the mire
Burning bright in buzzing ground
Every thought is slipping slow
Every nerve the fen will own

Wanderer hears the chorus bright
Jesting lights in rabid night
Mud snickers: Join the drowned
Frothing fen demands its pound

Tongues of water start to rave
While the gods all dodge and wave

Eye in the mire
Crimson twitch in the quagmire
Babbling voices spiral down
Where the drowned and mad are bound

Eye in the mire
Burning bright in buzzing ground
Every thought is slipping slow
Every nerve the fen will own

Hic est risus obscurus
Mens in palude ruit
Hic est risus obscurus
Mens in palude ruit

Eye in the mire
Red like jokes beneath the briar
No escape from peat and bone
Raving bog rewrites your throne

Eye in the mire
Blistered flame in manic loam
You are named, you are crowned
Another laugh is mire-bound

Peat-black water
Still
still
still laughs

Verse 1

Nebel liegt auf alten Feldern
Kalter Wind über dem Land
Unter grauen Kirchhofsteinen
Ruht ein Mann, einst wohlbekannt

Ribbeck war sein Name früher
Doch der Wind trägt ihn nicht mehr
Nur die Bäume an den Gräbern
Flüstern leise hin und her

Pre-Chorus

Und die Jahre sind vergangen
Über Grab und Ackerraum
Doch sein Herz blieb tief verborgen
In dem alten Birnenbaum

Chorus

Hör die Stimme im Birnenbaum
Wenn der Herbstwind durch die Zweige fährt
Hör die Stimme aus der Erde
Die das Dunkel nicht verwehrt

Und im Rascheln toter Blätter
Wenn die Nacht die Felder färbt
Kommt sie wieder diese Frage

„Willste ’ne Beer?“

Verse 2

Goldne Früchte zwischen Schatten
Leuchten still im Abendlicht
Wie ein Gruß aus alten Tagen
Den die Zeit zerbricht

Wer den schmalen Weg betritt
Bleibt oft plötzlich still und leer
Denn im Wind der leeren Zweige
Steht ein Flüstern hinterher

Pre-Chorus

Wenn die Glocken längst verstummen
Und kein Name übrig bleibt
Bleibt ein Echo in den Ästen
Das durch kalte Nächte treibt

Chorus

Hör die Stimme im Birnenbaum
Wenn der Herbstwind durch die Zweige fährt
Hör die Stimme aus der Erde
Die das Dunkel nicht verwehrt

Und im Rascheln toter Blätter
Wenn die Nacht die Felder färbt
Kommt sie wieder diese Frage

„Willste ’ne Beer?“

Bridge

Von den Feldern bis zum Moor
Zieht die Sage ihre Spur
Und der Wind erzählt von jemand
Der einmal gab – und nicht nur

Und die Toten schlafen leise
Doch ihr Flüstern bleibt bestehn
Wenn wir durch die alten Wege
An den Grenzen weiter gehn

Final Chorus

Hör die Stimme im Birnenbaum
Zwischen Traum und Wirklichkeit
Hör die Stimme aus der Erde
Über Raum und über Zeit

Und im Rascheln alter Zweige
Wenn der kalte Herbstwind fährt
Bleibt nur diese eine Frage

„Willste ’ne Beer?“

Outro (geflüstert)

„Willste … ’ne Beer …?“

Cold wind over hollow ground
No prayer, no sacred sound
A name erased, a soul betrayed
No stone to mark where he was laid

No name, no stone to mark his grave
He walks through mist and autumn rain
Betrayed, denied, forever chained
In Karstaedt woods he calls again

Left bleeding cold beneath the sky
No priest to hear, no last goodbye

No grave in Karstaedt
No rest for the slain
He rises in moonlight
Again and again
No grave in Karstaedt
No cross, no release
His oath burns eternal
He never finds peace

Cold shadows move through twisted pines
They whisper low of ancient crimes
Footsteps echo, hollow and slow
Where restless souls refuse to go

A silent curse, a frozen scream
A life undone, a broken dream

No grave in Karstaedt
No rest for the slain
He rises in moonlight
Again and again
No grave in Karstaedt
No cross, no release
His oath burns eternal
He never finds peace

Hear the bells, they never toll
For the lost and buried soul
Ash to ash, dust to none
Karstaedt keeps what was undone

Karstaedt calls
Karstaedt knows
Every wound that never closed

No grave in Karstaedt
No rest for the slain
He rises in moonlight
Again and again
No grave in Karstaedt
No cross, no release
His oath burns eternal
He never finds peace

No grave in Karstaedt
No rest for the slain
He rises in moonlight
Again and again
No grave in Karstaedt
No cross, no release
His oath burns eternal
He never finds peace

Cold wind, no name, no stone
Karstaedt, he walks alone

A farmer vanished in the frost
His throat laid open in the snow
The blacksmith swore at iron's cost
"There walks a face we think we know"

He stands like a man
Till the gunbells ring
Then the beast beneath
Shows everything

Run when the howl rises!
The Beast of Pankow calls your name!
No silver can save you
The curse still burns like flame!
Run when the night rises!
The Beast of Pankow lives again!
The moon is his master
And blood remembers pain!

The smith's last bullet found its mark
A human cry beneath the hide
But dawn revealed no body there
Just clawed tracks to his door inside

They chained his bones
In iron and stone
But winter comes
And he comes home

Run when the howl rises!
The Beast of Pankow calls your name!
No silver can save you
The curse still burns like flame!
Run when the night rises!
The Beast of Pankow lives again!
The moon is his master
And blood remembers pain!

Beneath the earth
Beneath the grave
Something stirs
They could not save

Hear the chains break
Hear the soil cry
When the pale moon climbs
Something will rise

Run when the howl rises!
The Beast of Pankow never dies!
No prayer can save you
No holy alibi!
Run when the dark rises!
The Beast of Pankow walks again!
The moon is his master
The night will feed!

Wilsnack, Wilsnack

First light trembled, stones drew breath
Columns woke from ancient death
Cathedral walls in pale dawn sighed
While from the ash three hosts survived

Pilgrims crossed that newborn plain
Through morning mist and healing rain
Down echoing aisles where hope was born
To kneel as rising bells were sworn

Blood at the altar
Miracle forged where worlds first wake
Ashes to glory
From first to last, new heavens quake

Hollow ruins to arches raised
Dust to vaults where choirs blazed
From shattered stone a throne was made
And kings bowed low where beggars prayed

Sanguis Christi, Wilsnacensis lumen
In principio fulget, in fine manet
Miraculum surgit super cineres mundi
Gloria, gloria in aeternum

Sanguis Christi, Wilsnacensis lumen
In principio fulget, in fine manet
Miraculum surgit super cineres mundi
Gloria, gloria in aeternum. Amen.

Moonlight falling on the broken stone
Cold winds calling where the dead have grown
Shadows breathing down the empty hall
I hear footsteps, but there's no one there at all

Ancient towers keep what they conceal
Walls remember wounds that never heal
In the silence of Demerthin night
Moves a mother dressed in ghostly white

She turns her face into the rain
Searching every door again

White Lady
Calling through the dark tonight
White Lady
Arms still reaching through the light
No cradle song, no child to hold
Only sorrow, only cold
White Lady
Never sleeps, never dies

Church bells trembling somewhere far away
Dust and roses where the children lay
Through the passage under earth and stone
She still wanders, she still walks alone

Every candle fades to gray
Still she will not turn away

White Lady
Calling through the dark tonight
White Lady
Arms still reaching through the light
No cradle song, no child to hold
Only sorrow, only cold
White Lady
Never sleeps, never dies

Who took the dawn from her hands?
Who buried love in this land?
Hear her cry beneath the sky
No grave can teach a heart goodbye

White Lady
Calling through the dark tonight
White Lady
Still she rises dressed in white
No cradle song, no child to hold
But her story won't grow old
White Lady
In these halls she will remain

When the moon falls over stone
You will hear her call alone

In the marsh where the black winds cry
Beyond the Elbe where the dead gods lie
Broken walls beneath the rain
Still whisper an ancient name

Silver buried deep below
Where the roots of old blood grow
And every soul who sought the flame
Returned to dust, returned insane

Three heads rise in the night
Three jaws beneath moonlight
Eyes like embers, cold as graves
Guarding what the old world gave

Oh , don't speak his name
The earth remembers all the same
Dig in silence, fear the sound
Or madness drags you underground

The watcher waits beneath the stone
Three kingdoms carved into his throne
Sky and shadow, grave and sea
Triglaw still is watching me

The villagers would bar their doors
At howling from the ancient moors
A beast with crowns of ash and bone
Guarding treasures never owned

Some called him demon, some called king
Some heard iron chains still ring
But old gods never truly die
They sleep beneath the northern sky

Three heads rise in the storm
Ancient wrath reborn
One for heaven, one for earth
One below where shadows burn

Oh — don't speak his name
The earth remembers all the same
Dig in silence, fear the sound
Or madness drags you underground

The watcher waits beneath the stone
Three kingdoms carved into his throne
Sky and shadow, grave and sea
Triglaw still is watching me

Beneath the ruins
Beneath the rain
The old gods call
Again, again

And in the dark
The silence breaks
Three hungry mouths
Awake, awake

Oh, hear the hounds of night
Guardians of the buried light
No cross can bind
No king can chain
The god beneath the earth remains

The watcher waits beneath the stone
Three kingdoms carved into his throne
Sky and shadow, grave and sea
Triglaw still is watching me

Triglaw still is watching
Me

Die Weihnacht kommt, der Nebel steht
Wie Eisen, das im Wind verweht
Die Jugend zieht mit Sack und Bock
Von Haus zu Haus, von Tür zu Stock

Gebt Brot heraus, gebt Speck ins Haus
Sonst treibt der Winter euch hinaus
Zu wenig Gabe, zu viel Spott
Der alte Brauch vergisst dich nicht

Hörst du den Klapperbock?
Hörst du den Rumpsack gehen?
Aus Asche steigt er kalt und schwer
Und niemand kann ihm widerstehen

Hörst du den Klapperbock?
Hörst du den Rumpsack nah?
Wer in der Nacht den Spott entfacht
Den holt er sich zurück, ganz nah

Rumpsack, Rumpsack
Durch die Nacht, durch das Haus
Rumpsack, Rumpsack
Kein Entkommen, kein Applaus

Rumpsack, Rumpsack
Hinter Türen, im Gebälk
Rumpsack, Rumpsack
Bis Dein Atem langsam hält

Rumpsack, Rumpsack
Geht durch Schnee und durch Stein
Rumpsack, Rumpsack
Und du bist nicht mehr allein

Rumpsack, Rumpsack
Klopft im Wind an jedes Tor
Rumpsack, Rumpsack
Und du hörst ihn immer vor

Die Christnacht schlägt im alten Haus
Ein Schatten steigt im Schornstein raus
Kein Gesicht, kein Fleisch, kein Wort
Nur Hunger trägt ihn weiter fort

Hörst du den Klapperbock?
Hörst du den Rumpsack gehen?
Aus Asche steigt er kalt und schwer
Und niemand kann ihm widerstehen

Hörst du den Klapperbock?
Hörst du den Rumpsack nah?
Wer in der Nacht den Spott entfacht
Den holt er sich zurück, ganz nah

Rumpsack. in Winternacht
Rumpsack der niemals wacht
Rumpsack

Banners burned beneath the sun
Steel-clad lords, the race begun
Through the marsh they rode with pride
Certain they could conquer the tide

Rivers watched in silence cold
Reeds concealed the tales of old
Hidden eyes along the shore
Sealed the fate of iron and war

Waters rise! Daylight dies
Black mist crawling to the skies

Iron Riders! Sinking deep
In the mire, their souls to keep
Iron Riders! Hear them cry
Where the black fog eats the sky
Iron Riders! Bound in chains
Ghostly shadows on the plains

Lost to sight and swallowed whole
Midnight claims the warrior's soul
Horses stumbled in the mire
River swallowed sword and fire

Heavy armor dragged them down
Beneath the mud without a sound
No blind priest could save the brave
The flood became a nameless grave

No great king wakes them from sleep
The marsh holds what it wants to keep
Waters rise! Daylight dies
Black mist crawling to the skies

Iron Riders! Sinking deep
In the mire, their souls to keep
Iron Riders! Hear them cry
Where the black fog eats the sky
Iron Riders! Bound in chains
Ghostly shadows on the plains

Lost to sight and swallowed whole
Midnight claims the warrior's soul
When autumn falls on Pritzlawa
And Lüchtmann walks the river shore

You hear the distant iron tread
Of damned men riding nevermore
The horses scream beneath the clay
The ancient battle haunts the rain

And from the depths of drowned years Past
They rise from hell to sink again

Iron Riders! From below
Calling through the marshland cold
Iron Riders! Shades of war
Guarding lost Pritzlawa's shore
Iron Riders! Never free
Bound to flood and memory
Iron Riders! Still they ride
Through the fog on every tide

On every tide
They ride

January fog hangs low and still
Across the marshes, across the fields
The river lies in frozen chains
Beneath the ice, a voice remains
A distant whisper through the white
A hidden current in the night

The willows stand like blackened bones
Along the banks where no one roams
The cottages sleep beneath the snow
While something stirs in the depths below
At Abbendorf no lantern burns
Yet under the ice, the old thing turns

Can you hear it barking? The ice splits Apart
At the Gnevsdorf Weir the river tears its Heart
No prayers on the dike, no guiding light Tonight
The Elbe Man never forgets the sacrifice
The water rises cold, the winter turns to Red
The icy tribute claims another dead

The floes are piling sharp and high
Like jagged teeth beneath the sky
The pressure grows, relentless, slow
The frozen river starts to groan
One step too far in the freezing grey
And the river takes your breath away
Don't search the current, don't call his Name
The marsh remembers all the same

Can you hear it barking? The ice splits Apart
At the Gnevsdorf Weir the river tears its Heart
No prayers on the dike, no guiding light Tonight
The Elbe Man never forgets the sacrifice
The water rises cold, the winter turns to Red
The icy tribute claims another dead

Pull the boat up to the dike
Leave the dead beneath the mud
When the ice begins to break
No earthly wall can stop the flood
One life for the village
One body for the stream
Or the springtime waters
Will drown the fields between

Can you hear it barking? The ice splits Apart
At the Gnevsdorf Weir the river tears its Heart
No prayers on the dike, no guiding light Tonight
The Elbe Man never forgets the sacrifice
The water rises cold, the winter turns to Red
The icy tribute claims another dead
Can you hear it barking
Can you hear it call
The river takes its offering
And the winter swallows all

The ice grows silent
The river is fed
Abbendorf sleeps
Gnevsdorf sleeps
Until another winter comes

Sine nomine. Sine luce

In palude flemus

Night descends on Lütjenheide
Mist devours the willow side
From the backwater crawls the haze
Cold blue lanterns start to blaze
There they flicker through the mire
Calling softly, drawing higher
Away from every trusted shore
Deep into the marsh once more

Run, run, the will-o'-the-wisps are burning
They lead you on, there's no returning
No cross on the grave, no blessing in the Wind
In the willow brake dances the nameless Child within
A false blue flame in the deepest moor
The blackwater pulls you evermore

They have never known baptismal rain
So they wander the marsh again
No earthly name can break the night
No prayer can guide their fading light
They wave to you with little hands
Leading you across the reeds and sands
They know the paths beneath the fen
Where none who follow return again

Run, run, the will-o'-the-wisps are burning
They lead you on, there's no returning
No cross on the grave, no blessing in the Wind
In the willow brake dances the nameless Child within
A false blue flame in the deepest moor
The blackwater pulls you evermore

Animae perditae
Infantes sine nomine
Ignis fatuus
Aqua me capit
Animae perditae
Infantes sine nomine
Ignis fatuus
Aqua me capit

Run, run, the will-o'-the-wisps are burning
They lead you on, there's no returning
No cross on the grave, no blessing in the Wind
In the willow brake dances the nameless Child within
A false blue flame in the deepest moor
The blackwater pulls you evermore

Sine nomine

Sine luce

In palude flemus

Mist on the water
Cold on the wire
No moon above us
No funeral fire

Far down the river
A shadow arrived
Black as a promise
Against the tide

No name to remember
No bell left to chime
Only the current
Defying its line

Against the tide
Against the flow
Up through the darkness
Where dead men go

Against the tide
Through mist and rain
No rest in the river
No end to the pain

Hooks in the water
Hands stiff with cold
Iron was trembling
Against the oak hold

The river grew silent
The night turned white
Frost in our veins
At the touch of the night

No cross upon it
No words carved in stone
Only a coffin
Refusing the unknown

Against the tide
Against the flow
Up through the darkness
Where dead men go

Against the tide
Through mist and rain
No rest in the river
No end to the pain

Who are you carrying
What have you done
Why do you wander
Away from the sun

Who are you mourning
Who will forgive
What keeps you drifting
When nothing should live

Against the tide
Against the flow
Up through the darkness
Where dead men go

Against the tide
Through mist and rain
Until the blessing
Grants release from pain

Mist on the water
Cold on the wire
The river keeps moving
The coffin sinks lower

The flood is gone
The voices remain

The river wore a crown of thorns
Of driftwood, rain and foam
The evening bent beneath the weight
Of something left unknown

Along the path the shadows kneel
Where no prayers return
The reeds remember every name
The living chose to burn

And the water knows
What the village hides

Rottrang Brack
Under scarlet skies
Who still calls my name
When the black tide rises

Rottrang Brack
In the dying light
Was it love or fear
That vanished in the night

The wind moves softly through the grass
Like fingers through old scars
A distant cry across the flood
Still trembles through the dark

No cross was raised
No stone was carved
Only circles on the water

And the water keeps
What the years deny

Rottrang Brack
Under scarlet skies
Who still calls my name
When the black tide rises

Rottrang Brack
In the dying light
Was it love or fear
That vanished in the night

The river fell
The river slept
But something never left

The moon looks down
The reeds still bend
As if she walks again

Rottrang Brack
Under scarlet skies
Can the dead forgive
What the living justify

Rottrang Brack
Where the waters gleam
Is it only wind
Or the echo of a dream

Mist on the river
Ice on the shore
A lantern drifts where
No light was before
The current remembers
What no one will say
One name beneath the water
Carried away

No sound of oars
No voice in the rain
Only a shadow
Returning again

Silent ferryman
Across the grey
Searching the eyes of strangers
For someone taken away
Silent ferryman
Through winter and flood
The river keeps its secrets
Deep in the blood

The fog hides the far bank
The stars disappear
Every crossing is empty
Yet he returns each year
The ice took a promise
The water a name
Now only the river
Remembers the same

No coin for the crossing
No prayer to be said
Only the silence
Between the living and dead

Silent ferryman
Across the grey
Searching the eyes of strangers
For someone taken away
Silent ferryman
Through winter and flood
The river keeps its secrets
Deep in the blood

Does he remember
The face he knew
Or only the water
And the winter through
Does he seek a child
Or a dream long gone
The fog never answers
Yet he carries on

Silent ferryman
Across the grey
Searching the eyes of strangers
Till the last light fades away
Silent ferryman
No harbour, no shore
The river keeps what it takes
And asks for more

Mist on the river
Ice on the shore
A lantern drifts where
No light was before

The flood climbed up the chapel wall
The river crossed the plain
Beneath the crypt they heard the sound
The admiral sails again
The oak was black, the iron sealed
The candles drowned in rain
No hand had touched the coffin lid
Yet the admiral sails again

When the flood returns
When the dark tide climbs
Turn the coffin to the river
And leave the dead behind
When the flood returns
When the church bells fade
Through the water and the silence
The admiral sails again

Two hundred years of winter storms
Two hundred years the same
The waters fell, the coffin turned
The admiral sails again
No sail above the river mist
No lantern in the rain
Only the knocking in the dark
The admiral sails again

When the flood returns
When the dark tide climbs
Turn the coffin to the river
And leave the dead behind
When the flood returns
When the church bells fade
Through the water and the silence
The admiral sails again

Don't ask where the current goes
Don't ask what the old stones know
Some harbours never hold their dead
Some ships refuse to stay below

When the flood returns
When the dark tide climbs
Turn the coffin to the river
And leave the dead behind
When the flood returns
When the church bells fade
Through the water and the silence
The admiral sails again

The flood recedes
The river bends
The coffin rests
Until the spring returns

The river rose beneath the moon
Its silver tongue began to sing
Drums were beating through the dark
A hidden pulse in everything

A circle drawn in coal and ash
Salted tears upon the ground
A vow was carved in living stone
Where only water keeps the sound

Low voices humming
Hands collide
Footsteps moving
With the tide

Clap! Clap
Stomp the ground

Seven lives
Seven lives

For the river
For the dyke

Seven lives
Against the tide

Clap! Clap
Stomp the ground

Seven lives
Seven lives

The river sleeps
The dyke still stands

But the chorus shakes the land

First for the walls
Second for grain
Third for the names
Washed by the rain

Fourth for the children
Fifth for the dead
Sixth for the promises
Nobody said

Seventh for the song we keep
Circling low beneath the deep

Low voices humming
Hands collide
Footsteps moving
With the tide

Clap! Clap
Stomp the ground

Seven lives
Seven lives

For the river
For the dyke

Seven lives
Against the tide

A black cat vanished in the rain

One footprint

One shadow

One name

Was it a sacrifice

Was it a sign

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

Yet the river remembers

Clap! Clap
Stomp the ground

Seven lives
Seven lives

For the river
For the dyke

Seven lives
Against the tide

Hey

Seven lives

Hey

Seven lives

The river sleeps
The dyke still stands

But the chorus shakes the land

Flumen cantatum est

Flumen meminit

Through mist-cloaked hills of Mellen's Ground
Where raven kings in silence pound
The midnight wind relives her cries
A trembling prayer beneath these skies

Her fading hope still clings to light
A fragile spark in the Wenden night
Jagomir's lies, a hungry flame
Left open wounds that carve his name

Oh feel her heartbeat harden steel
Where shattered vows refuse to heal
The Sacrifice Stone calls her near
To face the weight of every fear

Rose Revolution. Born from the Dirt
Turn all the blood and tears into worth
Under the moon that colors the sky
She breaks the chains and learns to fly
Rose Revolution. Hear Her Call
Through every shadow, through the fall
The darkness trembles, watch it turn
Her rising soul will always burn

No peace remains from Jagomir's reign
His rusted crown dissolved in pain
The halls he built, now blind and cold
Guard every truth she never told

And when the moon cuts through the Gloom
She walks alone past his lost tomb
No crown, no throne, no gods remain
Just roses blazing through the pain

Rose Revolution. Born from the Dirt
Turn all the blood and tears into worth
The Prignitz glows in shimmering light
She claims her heart and claims the night

Beyond the fields of Nebelin
A stranger walked through drifting rain
No silver crossed his tattered coat
No friendly voice, no shelter gained
The bells were cold, the faces hard
The verdict fell before the dawn
A nameless soul beneath their eyes
Already judged before he'd gone

I leave you nothing you can chain
Only truth beyond my grave

When the white lily breaks the stone
You'll know I never walked alone
Her fragrance carried by the wind
Will name the guilt you kept within
White lily, bloom for those denied
Where innocent hearts were crucified
Long after every voice has died
The flower remembers

The gallows watched beneath the clouds
The rope obeyed the will of men
He closed his eyes without a curse
And spoke of justice once again
The barren earth received his blood
The village turned and walked away
But roots were drinking deeper still
Preparing for another day

Morning found a field of white
Where only dust had been before
Every petal, every breath
Opened an unseen door
One trembling voice confessed at last
The silence finally broke
A stone was raised beside the road
For every promise men had broke

When the white lily breaks the stone
No lie can stand forevermore
Her fragrance carried through the years
Will reach forgotten hearts once more
White lily, bloom through wind and rain
Turn every wound to living flame
Until the world recalls the name
Of the innocent stranger

White lily
Guard this forgotten ground
Until the truth is found

Cold wind crawling through the pines
Ghosts are stitched in boundary lines
Bentwisch sleeps but still he roams
Guarding forsaken and stolen homes

He marked the land with crooked hands
Shifted stones, redrew the lands
Took their grain and broke their will
Now the night is standing still
Buried voices feed the ground
Every lie still echoes loud
What was taken, what was sold
Now returns in deathly cold

Hear the fields begin to call
Hear the rise before the fall

He walks, as the Pale Warden
No rest and no release
He guards, what he has stolen
No soul, will grant him peace
Oh, oh, oh, the fields are crying out
Oh, oh, oh, they whisper through the night
Oh, oh, oh , the Pale Warden rising
Bound to what was never right

Lanterns die when he appears
Feeding on forgotten years
Footsteps carved into the frost
Counting every life he cost
Farmers swore they saw his face
Time itself cannot erase
Every border that he claimed
Now returns to speak his name

From the soil into the sky
You can hear the dead reply

He walks, as the Pale Warden
No rest and no release
He guards, what he has stolen
No soul will grant him peace
Oh, oh, oh, the fields are crying out
Oh, oh, oh, they whisper through the night
Oh, oh, oh, the Pale Warden rising
Bound to what was never right

Turn the stones, it's far too late
Every line has sealed your fate
What you claimed beneath the sun
Now has marked what you've become

No forgiveness, no return
In the soil, forever burn

You can run but the land remains
You can hide it knows your name

He walks, as the Pale Warden
No rest and no release
He guards, what he has stolen
No soul will grant him peace
Oh, oh, oh , the ground is torn and Bleeding
Oh, oh, oh, the past will never die
Oh, oh, oh, the Pale Warden calling
From the borders you denied

Cold wind crawling through the pines
Bentwisch keeps what once was mine

Black water crawling through the reeds
Moonlight dying on the streams
Cumlosen whispers in the rain
Don't speak the drowned men's names
The river bends like serpent bones
Cold as graves and carved in stone
And somewhere deep beneath the tide
The old one waits below

Hear the hollow knocking
From the darkness under me
A thousand restless spirits
That the river will not free

Under the river, under the waves
The Soul Pots call from their watery Graves
Cold hands rising where the dead lights Fade
Forever imprisoned beneath the clay
Ohhh, hear them cry in the night
Ohhh, beneath the blackened tide
The Elbe remembers every soul she stole Away

Green teeth shining in the gloom
Eyes like lanterns in a tomb
Reeds and mud upon his skin
The ferryman of sin
He drags the broken from the deep
Where silent currents never sleep
And seals their souls in earthen jars
Far beneath the dark

When the river falls to silence
And the northern wind stands still
You can hear the dead ones knocking
From below the Hermannsbrack hill

Under the river, under the waves
The Soul Pots call from their watery Graves
Cold hands rising where the dead lights Fade
Forever imprisoned beneath the clay
Ohhh, hear them cry in the night
Ohhh, beneath the blackened tide
The Elbe remembers every soul she stole Away

No priest can save them
No bell can ring
No heaven opens
No angels sing
Only the current
Only the cold
Only the Wassermann guarding their Souls

Under the river, under the waves
The Soul Pots call from their watery Graves
Raise your voices to the storm tonight
For the lost who vanished from the light
Ohhh, hear them cry in the night
Ohhh, beneath the blackened tide
And the river keeps on flowing
While the trapped souls never die

And if you stand where the black reeds Sway
When the fog devours the dying day
Listen close
To the knocking beneath the clay

Down in Cumlosen where the cold winds Cry
Where the black Elbe rolls beneath a Dying sky
Lanterns burned gold in the harvest hall
While shadows danced on the ancient Wall

She came through the crowd in a silver Dress
With river-dark eyes and a whispered yes
And every soul there forgot its name
When the pale girl moved through the Candle flame

Her hair fell long like the midnight tide
A secret sorrow she could not hide
And the fiddlers played while the old men Prayed
As the lights burned low and the music Swayed

But her voice turned cold when the moon Rode high
Love me tonight, but never follow when I Go

And the river turned red outside Cumlosen
Blood on the waves where the dark tides Flow
He called her name through the midnight Rain
But the Elbe gave back only sorrow and Pain

Oh, red water under the mourning moon
The harbor bells sang a funeral tune
For the Nixie of Cumlosen was dragged Below
Where the dead reeds sway and the cold Winds blow

He followed her steps through the Sleeping streets
Past broken boats and the old ship cleats
The fog lay thick by the riverside
Like ghosts of drowned men beside the Tide

She stood by the bank in the freezing haze
A sorrowful queen in the pale moon gaze
Then out from the depths came a voice so Grim
Like iron chains in the water's hymn

The river grew dark, the current sighed
As black waves circled the silver tide
And somewhere deep in the endless flow
Old eyes awoke in the depths below

And she looked behind with a fearful cry
You should have left before the river Woke

And the river turned red outside Cumlosen
Blood on the waves where the dark tides Flow
He fell to his knees as the night wind Roared
While shadows rose from the haunted Shore

Oh, red water under the mourning moon
The reeds were singing a funeral tune
For the daughter of waters had broken The law
And the black Elbe answered with teeth And claw

Deep below the drowning stream
The River Lord still rules unseen
A crown of rust, a hand of stone
He drags the loving down below

And still at night when the storm bells ring
The fishermen swear they can hear her Sing
A voice like rain through the harbor light
Do not follow love into the night

And the river runs red outside Cumlosen
Where the lost souls drift and the Drowned ones tread
He waits on the shore where the cold mist Rises
With her final tears in his hollow eyes

Oh, red water under the mourning moon
The Elbe lies silent beneath the gloom
And the people pray when the north Winds blow
For the girl who vanished in the depths Below

Down in Cumlosen where the river sighs
Love still drowns beneath the crimson Tide

Beyond the fields of dying grain
Where evening swallows every lane
The willows bend like grieving wives
And whisper through their hollow sides
In Jagel's dusk the old ones stand
With twisted roots beneath the land
Their bark is split, their veins run black
And wind becomes the hollow laugh

Stay away when daylight dies
Do not heed the calling cries
Children vanish branch by branch
Inside the laughter of the trunks

The hollow laugh beneath the trees
Calls your name upon the breeze
Soft as sorrow, cold as rain
You will not return the same
The willow mothers softly sing
Through the rot of everything
And in the dark their voices craft
The echo of the hollow laugh

They found the Miller's youngest son
Barefoot where the black roots run
Mouth half open, eyes like glass
Repeating verses none could grasp
A little girl came home at dawn
Her memory entirely gone
She kissed her mother's trembling hands
And spoke in rhymes no one understands

Candles flicker, shutters shake
Hear the ancient branches wake
Every gust becomes a tongue
Speaking through the dead and young

The hollow laugh beneath the trees
Calls your name upon the breeze
Soft as sorrow, cold as rain
You will not return the same
The willow mothers softly sing
Through the rot of everything
And in the dark their voices craft
The echo of the hollow laugh

Inside the trunks the old hearts beat
Slow beneath the poisoned leaves
Not evil, only old and deep
Older than the names we keep
And when the winter moon hangs low
The laughing hollows start to glow
A thousand voices, frail and thin
Ask the night to let them in

The hollow laugh beneath the trees
Breaks the minds of those who see
Every rhyme becomes a scar
Every child forgets what they are
The willow mothers call you back
Through the split and rotting black
And every soul that walks their path
Becomes the hollow laugh

One for the willow
Two for the rain
Three little children
Forgot their names
Four in the hollow
Five in the night
Six hear the laughter
After twilight
Seven black branches
Scratch at the sky
Mother, oh mother
Which child am I

Black feathers on frozen ground
Wheels of oak without a sound
Three dead bells across the plain
Lanz will never sleep again

He bought the fields with cursed gold
From starving hands in winters cold
The Elbe ran black beneath the rain
And no priest spoke his name again
Candles drowned in tallow smoke
Stable doors in midnight broke
The horses screamed before the dawn
As if the Devil rode along

Iron chains and funeral fire
Eyes of beasts filled with desire
No man dared to touch the rein
When death rolled down the road to Lanz

Bring forth the black hen
Harness sin to bone and wheel
Through the fog of Lanz they wander
Through the curse no prayer can heal
Where shall I leave it
Cries the lord beneath the sky
And the marshland answers softly
Leave it where your victims lie

Women crossed themselves in fear
Children hid when night drew near
For every moonless road would bear
His voice upon the rotten air
Sulfur rising from the mire
Hooves like drums beside the pyre
And in the reeds the ravens sang
For the damned lord of Lanz

Black hen
Guide the dead
Carry the gold
Carry the dread
Black wings over Elbe and fen
Never let him rise again

Bring forth the black hen
Let the shadow pull the grave
No silver cross can bind him
No holy word can save
Where shall I leave it
Still he cries beyond the flood
And the cold wind whispers back to him
Bury it in blood

On the road from Lanz to nowhere
A black hen walks before the dead
A black hen walks before the dead

The rafters groaned in winter rain
The horses stamped inside their chains
A farmhand woke with shattered breath
As something rode his chest to death
No face to see
No voice to hear
Just frozen lungs
And crawling fear
The old man spoke
When darkness crawls
Seal every crack
And lock the walls

And when the midnight pressure came
He heard the scratching call his name

Pinned to the wall
A straw at dawn
A soul too weak
To carry on
She wept like rain
Through candle smoke
A living curse
The nightfolk spoke
Pinned to the wall
Between the dead and all divine
Pinned to the wall
By thread and needle, flesh and spine

He blocked the keyhole with his hand
Pressed moss in every split and strand
The choking weight returned once more
Like wings that scraped across the floor
Then morning burned
Through frost and clay
A single straw
On sheets of grey
He took the needle
Cold and small
And pierced the stalk
Against the wall

At noon the room began to shake
As if the beams themselves would break

Pinned to the wall
A straw at dawn
A soul too weak
To carry on
She wept like rain
Through candle smoke
A living curse
The nightfolk spoke
Pinned to the wall
Between the dead and all divine
Pinned to the wall
By thread and needle, flesh and spine

No witch am I
No beast, no fiend
The night has paths
You've never seen
Her trembling hands
Her hollow eyes
Like broken prayers
And buried lies
Pull out the needle
Set me free
And I shall never
Return to thee

Pinned to the wall
Where guilty spirits twist and crawl
Pinned to the wall
A human soul behind it all
The bells rang slow
The black crows cried
The farmhand watched
The Drude rise
Pinned to the wall
But gone before the sun could fall

Only the straw remained
Turning softly in the wind

Cold fog crawling over blackened reeds
Dead water breathing under naked trees
Somewhere between Scharleuk and old Hinzdorf
A distant lantern burns against the storm
The ferrymen whisper when the daylight Dies
Do not follow wandering lights
But the stranger laughs through the Freezing rain
And walks the dike alone again
He counts the borders in the night
Measures shadows without end
A hollow flame in withered hands
No grave will let him rest again
Lüchtmann
Keeper of the shifting line
Lüchtmann
Lost between the mud and time
Long ago he moved the ancient stones
Stole the riverbanks to call them home
A greedy lord beneath the harvest moon
Now the Elbe devours what he once drew
Every flood rewrites the earth below
Every season steals the roads
Still he wanders through the choking mist
Searching for the land that does not exist
And the wind grows colder near the light
Like winter crawling through the spine
The traveler sees the lantern sway
And hears the dead man softly say:
Three more steps
Four more chains
Mark the border once again
Where his eyes should burn, there's only Frost
Blue fire drowning in the sockets lost
No face of flesh, no breath, no skin
Only marshlight shining from within
The stranger tries to turn away
But the living mud begins to wake
Black earth pulling at his knees
Like hungry hands beneath the reeds
Lüchtmann
Carry the glowing stones
Lüchtmann
You will never leave alone
Lüchtmann
The river changes every year
Lüchtmann
Still the dead keep measuring here
At dawn the dike lies cold and bare
No footprints left, no traveler there
But in the fog two lanterns sway
And drift above the marsh away
One light old and faint and thin
One newly born beside the wind
And boatmen crossing through the rain
Hear two lost voices count again
Three more steps
Four more chains

Cold autumn rain on the Löcknitz tide
A starving man on the waters that night
Empty nets and a bitter sky
No moon above but a raven's cry
The reeds were swaying like ghosts in Prayer
Darkness breathing through frozen air
Then the river pulled with a violent hand
As shadows rose beside the land

Through the mist a figure came
Drowned in silence, wrapped in rain
No human eyes beneath the hood
Only the curse of the floodwood

Elbgast
Watcher of the blackened stream
Elbgast
Walker through a fever dream
Elbgast
Calling from the silver flood
The river writes its laws in blood

Elbgast
Master of the drowning night
Elbgast
Keeper of the pale moonlight
The water gives and takes the same
No man leaves the tide unchanged

The fisherman cast his trembling net
Into the dark where the dead things slept
The boat groaned low beneath the weight
Like the hands of hell had sealed his fate

No silver scales, no shining eyes
Only black stones from the riverside
Cold as graves and dark as sin
Like cursed hearts beneath his skin

The hooded stranger raised his hand
Like the lord of a drowned wasteland
And from the fog a voice was born
Deep as thunder before the storm

Keep what the river gives to you
Or fortune will become your doom

Elbgast
Rising from the haunted deep
Elbgast
Guardian the waters keep
Elbgast
In the fog his shadows crawl
The river remembers all

Elbgast
Silver born from stones of night
Elbgast
Ghost beneath the dead moonlight
Fear the gift beneath the flood
The river always claims its blood

At dawn the black stones were gone
Silver burned in the pale sunlight
But when the fog crawls through Ferbitz Still
They say the Elbgast walks at night

When the shortest night embraced the River
The reeds remembered an older name

Moonlight drifting over silver streams
Mist awakens buried dreams
Silent footsteps, weathered hands
A lonely soul on ancient sands

The river breathed a hidden sign
A bloom appeared with ghostly shine
Blue as sorrow, pale as dawn
Waiting where the reeds were drawn

Elbe Flower
Shine beneath the midnight sky
Open what the years conceal
Show the wounds the earth won't heal

Elbe Flower
Hold your silence, hold your breath
Every whispered word you keep
Walks the narrow bridge of death

Roots of ages split the ground
Iron dreams without a sound
Coins like stars in endless sleep
Promises the dark will keep

Hands that tremble, heart of flame
Fortune softly speaks his name
Every heartbeat echoes clear
Every silence draws it near

Don't speak
Don't call the dawn
The river hears
The old gods watch

Elbe Flower
Guide me through the hollow night
Every treasure bears a chain
Every blessing asks a price

Elbe Flower
Blue no more beneath the sky
One forgotten joyful cry
Ashes where the gold should lie

The reeds still bow before the breeze
The river keeps what man can't seize
And once each year, when midsummer Burns
The Elbe Flower quietly returns