Thema: Songtexte als Rollenspiel-Inspiration

[Alexandro]

Da Tarin es angestoßen hat und es einen Bilder-Thread gibt, aber keinen um die auditiven Inspirationen zu betrachten, mache ich den hier mal auf.

Hier drei Songs, die ich schonmal als "Teaser" für das Rollenspiel verwendet habe (erstmal ohne Kontext):
Roxette - The heart-shaped sea

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Babe it's time to tell me that it's over,
Tell me that it's over, it's plain to see.
And this time we won't be starting over,
No crying on your shoulder into the heart shaped sea.
Oh you've been a-running from our door
and you've been enchanted by the gracious voice of love.


Babe it's time to look me in the eyes,
Time to say goodbye, it's clear to me.
And this time I won't let you down,
You can turn around, I'll set you free.
Oh you've been a-sailing from our shore
and you've been enchanted by someone from afar.

Babe it's time to gather all the harvest
to pray before the winter and sail the heart shaped sea.
Oh you've been a-running from my love
and you've been enchanted by the powers up above.

Tori Amos - Happy Phantom

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And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chasing the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch

The time is getting closer
The time to be a ghost
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we've been?


So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearing my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's (Judy Garland) taking Buddha by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin

The time is getting closer
The time to be a ghost
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I've been?

Or will I see you, dear, and wish I could come back
You found a girl that you could truly love again
Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see?

The time is getting closer
The time to be a ghost
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is getting dim
Will I pay for who I been?

And if I die today
And if I die today
And if I die today
Chasing nuns out in the yard

Rosenstolz - Kosmos

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Ich komm zu dir - die Nacht war lang
ich seh die Stadt - Was fang ich an
Seh ich dein Bild - schau ich zum Stern
seh ich den Mond - lieb ich die Fern
Mir ist kalt - Was will ich hier
ich frage dich - Was rätst du mir

Ich zeige die Karten dir
schau mit mir
in die Zukunft des Weltalls
der Kosmos gehört zu mir
Und die Sterne zeigen
zeigen dir den Weg

Kommst du zu mir - der Tag war heiß
ich seh die Stadt - Was für ein Preis
Seh ich dein Bild - schau ich zum Stern
seh ich den Mond - lieb ich die Fern
Mir ist kalt - Was will ich hier
ich frage dich - Was rätst du mir

Ich zeige die Karten dir...

Ich komm zu dir - die Nacht war lang
ich seh die Stadt - Was fang ich an
Mir ist kalt - Was will ich hier
ich frage dich - Was rätst du mir

Ich zeige dir Karten dir...

Ich werd warten - Ich werd warten - Ich
werd warten
Mir ist kalt - Was will ich hier - Komm
zeig mir - Zeig mir

Den Weg - Zeig mir - Den Weg

[Glaukon]

Ich hatte vor einigen Jahren mal einen Charakter auf diesem Song aufgebaut:

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Song of Joy

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Have mercy on me, sir,
Allow me to impose on you;
I have no place to stay and my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story of a man and his family,
And I swear that it is true

Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy:
She was a sweet and happy thing;
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the spring
I had no idea what happiness a little love could bring,
Or what life had in store...
But all things move toward their end,
All things move toward their end —
On that you can be sure

Then one morning I woke to find her weeping and for many days to follow
She grew so sad and lonely;
Became Joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow and a dark and grim force set sail
"Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells,
Hail, horrors, hail!"

Was it an act of contrition, or some awful premonition?
As if she saw into of her final blood-soaked night;
Those lunatic eyes,
That hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see, sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often have I asked that question?
Well, then in quick succession we had babies, one, two, three

We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly;
They were their mother's children:
Their eyes were bright blue jewels and they were quiet as a mouse,
There was no laughter in the house,
No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
Well, one night, there came a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick friend;
I was a doctor then;
Joy and the girls were on their own

Joy had been bound with electrical tape,
In her mouth a gag;
She'd been stabbed repeatedly and stuffed into a sleeping bag
In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of murder much the same way as my wife's
Method of murder much the same way as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived home
Said to the police on the telephone
"Someone's taken four innocent lives!"

They never caught the man;
He's still on the loose.
It seems he's done many, many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote, "[his red right hand]"
That, I'm told, is from Paradise Lost
The wind round here gets wicked cold
But my story is nearly told;
I fear the morning will bring quite a frost

So I've left my home
I drift from land to land
I am upon your step and you are a family man —
Outside, the vultures wheel,
The wolves howl,
The serpents hiss,
And to extend this small favor, friend, would be the sum of earthly bliss
Do you reckon me a friend?
The sun to me is dark and silent as the moon —
Do you, sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me in?

[Tarin]

Ich glaube nicht, dass in diesem Fall Lyrics etc rausgesucht werden müssen:

Man kombiniere 2x Manowar, nämlich Defender und The Warriors Prayer und man hat schon ein paar ganz gute Plot Ideen für eine BoL Kampagne oder sowas.

[Chiarina]

Ich wollte immer mal einen Berggnom spielen, der auf seinem Abenteuer mit diesen großen Kerlen zum ersten Mal überhaupt die Erdoberfläche erlebt. Frei nach...

Pink Floyd: The Gnome

I want to tell you a story
'Bout a little man if I can
A gnome named Grimble Gromble
And little gnomes stay in their homes
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine

He wore a scarlet tunic
A blue-green hood, it looked quite good
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass, fresh air at last
Wining, dining, biding his time...

And then one day
Hooray, another way for gnome to say
Ooh my...

Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?

Winding, finding places to go

And then one day
Hooray, another way for gnomes to say
Ooh my ooh my...

[nobody@home]

Man suche sich eine beliebige Hardrock- oder Metal-Band aus. Irgendein paar passende Titel werden die schon in ihrem Repertoire haben. Manowar passen beispielsweise generell schon gut, Lordi bieten sich für die Monster-und-Horror-Ecke an, und Gloryhammer sind ja fast schon "Rollenspiel: Die Band" und schlagen sich schon drei Alben lang mit dem unsterblichen Hexenmeister Zargothrax herum...

[Weltengeist]

Aus dem Song "The Tower" von (ja, ich weiß) Chris de Burgh ist in meiner Jugend schon mal ein Abenteuer entstanden.

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A great lord came walking through the forest
one morning with a weapon in his hand;
Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing,
but killing was his plan;
When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky,
Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone;

Cursing his fortune,
he turned to the forest to kill once again,
And standing before him was a lovely young woman
with her hand hung in pain,
When he saw her his eyes were filled with desire,
He said "I must have her, she must be mine,
She will be mine..."

He offered her silver, he offered her gold,
but she threw it on the ground,
He fell to his knees and he begged her,
"Oh please come with me,
what you wish will be found;"
she said, "Sire, I'll go if you'll put up your bow,
and spare these creatures, leave them in peace,
You have no need..."

But her words were lost in the wind
His eyes were fixed on a queen
And all he saw was a woman
And all she was, was a dream...
Oh oh...And all he saw was a woman, and all she was,
Was a dream...

He took her and bound her with ropes tied around her
to his castle he did ride;
in the wood was a bower where stood an an old tower
and he threw her deep inside;
then the birds left the sky and a terrible cry,
brought thunder and lightning, rain falling down,
Tears on the ground...

All through the days on her face he would gaze,
for she was lovely as the spring;
no words would she speaketh but "Leave them in peace",
and some sad lament she would sing,
Oh one day by the door, through the window he saw
A single white feather lying on the floor.
She was there no more...

Now that great lord is dying,
his cold heart is crying for the love of a girl;
for many an hour he has wept on the Tower
for she meant more than the world;
and once in the sky, a white bird flew by,
he lifted his hands, he cried out in pain
"Come back again..."

But his words were lost in the wind,
His castle was built upon sand,
All he saw was her memory,
And all he yearns is her hand...
Ah ah..All he has, is the memory,
And all he yearns is her hand.

[Niniane]

Hieraus (unter anderem) habe ich ein zweiteiliges Supernatural-Abenteuer gebaut: Poets of the Fall - - The poet and the muse

Außerdem beginnen die Diaries meines Hauptcharakters immer mit einem zur Session passenden (Metalcore-)Song.

[Noir]

Equilibrium - Der Wassermann

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Inmitten grün' und klaren, seichten Wogen,
Unter wiegend' Seegras, im Gesträuch tief verborgen,
Wo lehmig' Kies, zum Grund des See niedergeht.
Des im Wasser herrschend' Reich besteht.
Bedeckt nicht die Zähne, die so grün wie sein Hut,
Sonst gleicht er den Menschen, auch am Ufer er ruht.
Wenn er zieht aus dem Wasser algig' Fesseln empor,
Zu fangen jene, die nicht sehn sich vor.
Und unweit des Weihers, vor bewaldetem Hang,
Durch unwegsam Dickicht, ein Weg fürt entlang.
Durch das Tal zum Haus des alten Bauersmann,
Der da befreundet mit dem Wassermann.
Erstmals ward nun auch der Bauer geladen,
Ins Haus unter'm See, unter Wasser zu gelangen.
Erfährt von des Wassermanns boshaften Späßen,
Von versperrten Seelen in jenen Gefäßen.
Bedeckt nicht die Zähne, die so grün wie sein Hut,
Sonst gleicht er den Menschen, auch am Ufer er ruht.
Wenn er zieht aus dem Wasser algig' Fesseln empor,
Zu fangen jene, die nicht sehn sich vor.
Erzürnt ist der Bauer über den Seelenfang,
In die Tiefe gezogen, mit gemessenen Strang.
In seiner maßlosen Wut, doch verhaltenem Groll'n.
Da geht er, so zieht er, nun auf und davon.
So klar sein Ziel...
Als er wieder war am Ufer, dieses Mal in grauem Kleid,
Um hinab zu ziehen jene, die sein grünes Band ereilt.
Da schritt der Bauer, den ihm bekannten Weg,
Durch die Brunnstube ins Wassermannshaus.
Als er ankam im Kellerverlies,
Mit festem Tritt die Töpfe umstieß.
In Freiheit nun alle Seelen entflieh'n,
Hinauf sie steigen, ihren Frieden ersehn'.
Ward grimmig da, des Wassermanns Wut,
Befreit doch seine Seelen aus seiner Obhut .
Dem Bauern er schwor, gar finstere Rach'
Doch verheißend über ihn wacht,
Was das Schicksal für ihn bedacht.
Was das Schicksal einst für ihn hatte bedacht...
Bedeckt nicht die Zähne, die so grün wie sein Hut,
Sonst gleicht er den Menschen, auch am Ufer er ruht.
Wenn er zieht aus dem Wasser algig' Fesseln empor,
Zu fangen jene, die nicht sehn sich vor.
Und unweit des Weihers, vor bewaldetem Hang,
Durch unwegsam Dickicht, ein Weg führt entlang.
Durch das Tal zum Haus des alten Bauersmann,
Der einmal ward befreundet mit dem Wassermann.

Das hat mich seinerzeit zu meiner Hörspielserie inspiriert ... und für ein Rollenspielabenteuer ist es imho perfekt.

[Flamebeard]

Oppenheimer Analysis - Devil's Dancers sollte für einen SF-Plot taugen...

Und wenn jemand Retro-Feeling braucht: Das Floppotron. 8bit Feeling pur. ^^

[HEXer]

Nas - New York State of Mind

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Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
Musician, inflictin' composition, of pain
I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme
Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin'
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and
I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin
Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" — the MAC spit
Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!"
Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back
And saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So, now I'm jettin' through the buildin' lobby
And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be
(So, what you sayin'?)
It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us
.45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact
Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks
And black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she got to smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in the New York State of Mind
 

[Chorus]
New York State of Mind


Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's
Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops
But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin'
Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'mma hijack Delta
In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back
Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind
 

[Chorus]
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind

[Weltengeist]

Ach ja, noch eines, das immer wieder gepasst hat: ASP - Die Ballade von der Erweckung.

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Einst lag ich unter dem Grase so kühl
Nicht stört' mich auf ein Laut noch ein Gefühl
Wo mich nicht Strahlen trafen
Nicht Sonne noch Mond dort wo ich mich hab eingewühlt
Warum lasst ihr mich nicht schlafen?

Ich ruhte tief, überdauernd die Zeit
So fern von Hunger, Gefahr und Leid
Und begann mich sicher zu wähnen
So lag ich im herrlichen tröstenden Erdenkleid
Und trocknete mir die Tränen

So geschah's dass ich das was ich einst war vergaß
Nur das eine von dem ich niemals genas
Lässt sich nicht aus den Träumen entfernen
Und das Sehnen lebt immer noch unter dem kühlen Gras
Zu wandern zwischen den Sternen

Ich fiel aus den Himmeln, dem Nachtlichtermeer
Ja ich fiel so tief und ich fiel so schwer
Und ich stürzte durch die Schwärze
Und ist es auch ewig und ewig und noch länger her
Trag ich doch die Sterne im Herzen

Dort lag ich zerschmettert so nackt und so bloß
So regungslos unter dem grünen Moos
Und es heilten meine Wunden
So lag ich gebettet in deinem zarten Schoß
Auf immer mit dir verbunden

Ich träumte den Himmel im nachtschwarzen Hort
Entrang meinen Lippen niemals ein Wort
Und flehte doch, mir zu verzeihen
Und alles Getier floh den einsamen schrecklichen Ort
Hörte es meine Seele dort schreien

Doch warn's nicht die Sterne in mondheller Nacht
Die mich zu sich riefen mit all ihrer Macht
Weiß nicht woher sie kamen
So bin ich in eisblauem schneidenden Mondlicht erwacht
Und sie gaben mir einen Namen

Sie wuschen mich, flochten mir Blumen ins Haar
Ich schmeckte den Trank den sie mir brachten dar
Den süßen purpurroten
Sie salbten den Körper mit Öl, den sie aufgebahrt
Mit sich trugen wie einen Toten

Im Rausch ließen sie mich alleine mit ihr
Die niemals je fremde Hand gespürt
Und ich lernte neues Begehren
Danach hab ich sie wie die Sterne nie wieder berührt
Muss mich nach ihr immer verzehren

Sie rissen mich fort, eine Krone zur Zier
Banden sie mir ums Haupt, jagten mich wie ein Tier
Sie hetzten mich endlich zu Tode
Sie schlugen und hackten und alles was blieb von mir
verscharrten sie im Boden

Einst lag ich unter dem Grase so kühl
Nicht stört' mich auf ein Laut noch ein Gefühl
Wo mich nicht Strahlen trafen
Nicht Sonne noch Mond dort wo ich mich hab eingewühlt
Warum lasst ihr mich nicht schlafen?

[Sir Markfest]

Immer weider ein Klassiker - wurde ja auch schon bei den Watchman und Battlestar verwendet:
"All along the watchtower"....

[General Kong]

AMERICA - You can do Magic

I never believed in things that I couldn't see
I said if I can't feel it then how can it be
No, no magic could happen to me
And then I saw you
I couldn't believe it, you took my heart
I couldn't retrieve it, said to myself
What's it all about
Now I know there can be no doubt
You can do magic
You can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know
You're the one who can put out the fire
You know darn well
When you cast your spell you will get your way
When you hypnotize with your eyes
A heart of stone can turn to clay
Doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo
And when the rain is beatin' upon the window pane
And when the night it gets so cold, when I can't sleep
Again you come to me
I hold you tight, the rain disappears
Who would believe it
With a word you dry my tears
You can do magic
You can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know
You're the one who can put out the fire
You know darn well
When you cast your spell you will get your way
When you hypnotize with your eyes
A heart of stone can turn to clay
Doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo
And If I wanted to
I could never be free
I never believed it was true
But now it's so clear to me
You can do magic
You can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know
You're the one who can put out the fire
You know darn well
When you cast your spell you will get your way
When you hypnotize with your eyes
A heart of stone can turn to clay
Doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo
You're the one who can put out the fire
Doo, doo, doo
You're the one who can put out the fire
Doo, doo, doo
You're the one who can put out the fire

Ich fand immer, dass das ein Lied über eine(n) AD&D-Zauberkundigen mindestens der Namensstufe ist ...   
Zauber: Personen Bezaubern, Unsichtbares Erkennen, Hypnose, Normale Feuer beeinflussen, Geas, Fels zu Schlamm verwandeln, Steinverformung, Wetterkontrolle - und für die Party mit dem Lied Ottos Unwiderstehlicher Tanz für die Nichttänzer und Kopfnicker am Rande der Tanzfläche!

[6]

Aerosmith - Janie's Got A Gun

Inspiration für 2 Werwolf-Charaktere

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Dumb, dumb, dumb, honey what have you done?
Dumb, dumb, dumb it's the sound of my gun
Dumb, dumb, dumb, honey what have you done?
Dumb, dumb, dumb it's the sound
Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun
What did her daddy do?
What did he put you through?
They said when Janie was arrested they found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin'
Now that Janie's got a gun she ain't never gonna be the same
Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Tell me now it's untrue
What did her daddy do?
He jacked a little bitty baby
The man has got to be insane
They say the spell that he was under the lightning and
The thunder knew that someone had to stop the rain
Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
What did her daddy do?
It's Janie's last I.O.U.
She had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain
She said 'cause nobody believes me
The man was such a sleaze, he ain't never gonna be the same
Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Everybody is on the run
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Because Janie's got a gun
Janie's got a gun
Her dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Janie's got a gun

[Huhn]

Toller Thread! Ich finde Musik sehr inspirierend. Manchen Charakteren haucht der passende Titelsong erst so richtig Leben ein.

Sehr inspirierend für Changeling: the Lost finde ich Die verbannten Kinder Evas.

Dusk and Void Became Alive

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And nothing more that keeps its sense
fire looses its warmth and its light
The truth is lost behind a fence
cannot show what is wrong and what's right

Just silence stays forevermore
To be an only friendly guest
To be a keeper of the lore
Which can't be found in your quest

But dusk and void became alive
They call, they pray, they whisper to be heard
And ask to join them, just to try
To turn into a songless bird

They ask, they call, they pray, they force
To leave your grave under grey stone
To cross all borders, break the doors
To understand that you are all alone

[ungeheuer]

Ich hatte mal einen Charakter der, vielleicht etwas zu sehr, von Queen - Killer Queen inspiriert war.