Sopor Aeternus The Ensemble of Shadows In Der Palastra

In der Palästra As through the pipes the waters fell Down to the bottom of the well In listless apathy I gazed At the cold waters as he bathed I half behold that scenery And its most sensual masculinity Yet, disappointment, oh, can t you see Is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine I m shyly sipping water while he drinks whole jugs of wine He likes all kind of women, and I, I only hate men He marvels at all things new to him and I only wait for all things in this sick world to end The water pouring down his spine Caressed his strong physique, oh, so welldefined Calm like a rock he stands, oh, behold his beautiful body and soul A friendly God must have built this man to an all wellbalanced whole What sad bewilderment this brought Physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred: An ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me: It was that old, savage, yet halfforgotten ideal of perfect neutrality