Baptisma

Shivering with... awe... and delight:
"Here is my throat", he said
As he bowed his head... in silence... to him
Behold his white flesh... shining in the velvet of darkness
Take him now, and he will be yours... -
Can't you see, how he longs to be yours... forever... and a day

...Silently the river flows...

"Meister des Mordes, nimm meine Augen
An diesem Ort kann ich nicht sein
Strecke mich nieder, zerschlage mein Haupt
Meister des Mordes, schenke mir den Tod!"

There he stood, bare and willing
As the blood... his blood... was streaming
Down his naked body... this naked body
Gushing out of the wounds, enfeebled he was sinking to the floor
Gushing out of the wounds, enfeebled he was sinking to the floor
"Cold", he thought, "so cold the stones
But I'll be colder soon!"
Still not enough... still not enough
"This is the moment, my beautiful, beloved one
The time has come to send your farewell to the sun
To cross the threshold and leave... all these mortal dregs behind
You shall be flesh of my flesh... and blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh... and blood of my blood
Let me take what you have to give
Let me take... and you shall receive
Feel the beat of my dead heart
Feel the beat of my heart... and drink, as I have done... -
Drink, my beautiful, beloved one!"

A new flower in the ancient bouquet
Another rose in the garden of darkness
That will never see the day... -
That will never, never see the day

"... Tränen sind Perlen, Juwelen der Sterbenden..."