A keresés eredménye

Grave of Cold Water

The wind blows coldly
And your grave
Which I used to spend so much time at
Is wet*
 
Down there with the fishes
The stony ground
Kisses your fleshless mouth
For all eternity
 
The wind blows coldly
And travels through my hair
Everything is exactly
Like it was a year ago
 
Today is the day of your death
When I gave you up to the floods
Now I stand wordlessly by the watery grave
And look out at the sea
 
There's an oak bridge on the shore
It leads me to the rowboat
May the middle of the lake be my path
There where your body rests
 
The wind blows coldly
And takes me by the hand
Every stroke of the oars
Leads me deeper into the night
 
Only I returned
From our journey a year ago*
You stayed there in the lake forever
I broke your neck...
 
And then your body
Which I still loved just before, sank*
But it disappointed me so severely
That I swore bloody revenge on it
 
Now, I've reached my goal
Let me glide into the water
I want to spend a little while longer here
Then, it will drag me down
 
Moisture fills my lungs
I sink down to the bottom
But before death overtakes me
I search for your mouth
 
Then, finally, the air is consumed
I rest beside you
Nestle me against your bones
In the territory of the cold water...
 
Grave of cold water-
I descended to you
I'll be with you forever now
Down here, we're all alone
 

Fodder for pigs

The pungent odour of ammonia pregnant the air
Paired with the exhalations of pigs
Their hungry cries by cutting the silence
Tonight we're going to prepare a new feed
 
The powerful steel hopper of the Feed mill
Silvery moonlight is reflected in shiny chrome...
And everything inside is chopped small
To feed for the pigs
 
Tonight we will try a new recipe
Ingredients for this I was worried at the station
Two willing hookers can be persuaded quickly
They did not know what destiny blooms
But chloroform works quickly and easily
 
I press the switch and the grinder starts to run
The cold metallic sound of two steel rotors...
 
In the sack next to me is one of the whores
The clothes are disposed of, ready for slaughter...
 
With her on the shoulder I ascend the ladder
A glimpse of the funnel is pure anticipation
With her feet first she slips deep down
And then your last dance begins...
 
The rotors begin to separate their body
The insane pain leads your consciousness back
Cold Chrome breaks your cries to Kakaphonie
Then the meat falls silent...
 
Only the grinder continues to do its duty
Foaming blood squirts in my face as a fine spray
The rotors have reached the upper body
In the flesh and bone mash the naked body trembles
Until there is only nutritious food left...
 
So your life still fulfils a good purpose
As fodder for pigs
At least their dead body has its value
As fodder for pigs
A whore still is left that night
As fodder for pigs
The smacking of the animals the next morning
Sounds deeply satisfied whether of the new house recipe...
 
Fodder for pigs