standrecht

the night recalls what day concealed,
your sins return, your fate is sealed.
a shadow climbs, a weight descends,
the law of dreams, where mercy ends.

crushed beneath the demon‘s weight,
the trial begins, escape too late.
no appeal, no word, no fight,
the alp declares your final night.

standrecht spricht der alp bei nacht,
sein urteil faellt, sein zorn entfacht.
kein ausweg bleibt, kein morgen lacht,
nun wird dir der prozess gemacht.

your eyes are closed, yet still I see,
the crimes you thought would sleep with thee.
each guilty act, each whispered lie,
becomes the stone that makes you die.

his pressure becomes heavier…
your chest will break… your lungs will tear…
justice rides you in the dark,
sentence carved into your heart.

standrecht spricht die traumgestalt,
sein recht ist druck, pure gewalt.
er reitet dich, er zoegert nicht,
kein mitleid kennt das nachtgericht.

when mama left, she always said:
“there will be nothing to regret,
if you will mind now what i say,
be a good boy while i’m away!”

“but if you’re bad and naughty too,
the great tall tailor comes to you!”
now worried mama’s shouting loud:
“you’ve got no clue what he’s about!”

treating hearts and souls like toys
is my morbid drug of choice
i’m the frightening scissorman
hoping you’ll respect my plan

despite her warning was enforced
at last my patience he exhaust
mama had scarcely turned her back
a rule was broken by little jack

so i burst doors and in i run
keeping order is so much fun
now children, watch out! here i come!
to catch and punish all you scum

treating hearts and souls like toys
is my morbid drug of choice
i’m the frightening scissorman
that’s what i’m for, that’s what i can

snip! snap! snip! my scissors go
now here i am, enjoy my show!
snip! snap! snip! they go so fast
that all of malice is off at last

in the shadows, where moonlight's dim,
lives a creature, fearsome and grim.
the one your parents warned you 'bout,
the bogeyman, will make you shout.

if you don't heed your parents' plea,
the bogeyman, you soon shall see.
he'll steal your toys and hide them well,
in his eerie, gloomy spell.

i'm the bogeyman, lurking 'neath your bed,
in the dark of night, where your fears are spread.
for wayward children who ignore the call,
i'll haunt your dreams and make you feel small.
so heed my warning, let it guide your play,
or face the darkness where I'll make you pay.

if you stay up past bedtime hour,
the bogeyman will have his power.
he'll whisper tales of dread and woe,
till you beg for sleep to make it go.

for those who lie and tell untruths,
the bogeyman reveals your ruse.
he'll paint your face with coal-black ink,
so your falsehoods make others think.

i'm the bogeyman, lurking 'neath your bed,
in the dark of night, where your fears are spread.
for wayward children who ignore the call,
i'll haunt your dreams and make you feel small.
so heed my warning, let it guide your play,
or face the darkness where I'll make you pay.

so children, listen well, don't stray,
from the path of light, or night will sway.
the bogeyman, he waits nearby,
reminds you why you should not defy.

beneath your bed, she scrapes and seethes,
a whisper strung from stolen teeth.
she counts the lies you’ve tried to hide,
and oils her hands for what’s denied.

she smells the tremor of your blame,
a shadowed threat too dark to tame.
you skipped the brush, you broke the pact,
now hear the footsteps, slow and cracked.

brush or bleed, the choice is clear,
respect her rules, or drown in fear.
she’s not a myth, she’s not a game,
she comes for those who hide their shame.
night strikes hard when children stray,
beware the oath you disobey.

a crown of bone, a robe of string,
her wings are roots of suffering.
she steals your teeth and leaves you grief,
and haunts your nights beyond relief.

they call her fairy, sweet and bright,
but she's no gift of wings and light.
she paints a grin on stitched-up skin,
a beast that feeds on what's within.

brush or bleed, the choice is clear,
respect her rules, or drown in fear.
she’s not a myth, she’s not a game,
she marks the ones who’ve lost her name.
hush your breath — she hunts your way,
the tooth taker collects today.

instrumental

i gave her all — my soil, my sun,
she swore to stay till roots were spun.
but morning came, the field was bare,
her vows dissolved in thinning air.

they found me cold where crows had fed,
a furrow cut through heart and head.
the earth drank deep my final cry,
and left me here — too dead to die.

a heart must split, to bloom and bleed!
the plow must cut, that love may seed!
i bring the blade, the holy wound,
i carve your spring from shallow tombs!
i am the plow, the break, the scar,
your soul consigned to where hearts char.

from bone and rage I forged my blade,
a plow of grief, of love betrayed.
no longer man, I ride the night,
to carve the truth in love’s delight.

a heart must break, it must be torn!
the plow is truth, the wound, reborn.
i bless your blood, I name your pain,
i scar the world to make it sane.
i am the plow, the break, the scar,
i grind your love to blackened tar.

i come to those whose hearts still trust,
whose lips are warm with love and lust.
the wound I give will set them free,
from joys that rot as mine rotted me.

hush, the hour bends the light,
dust is stirring, takes your sight.
dreams must march in single file,
I keep the law of sleep in style.
yet one small soul refused the call,
so now I come to end it all.

close your eyes, I’ll count to three,
come play my favorite game with me!
i throw my grains and make you weep
i am the sandman: time to sleep!

the candle flickers, I appear,
my whisper scratches in your ear.
i warned you once, I warned you twice,
now taste my rage behind your eyes.
sight is gone, the lungs are deep,
i pour until you learn to sleep.

now dawn comes limping through the gray,
i brush the dust and fade away.
the world lies quiet, cold, and meek,
no eyes to judge, no tongues to speak.
so hush, my dears, when shadows fall,
or I’ll return to blind you all.

close your eyes, I’ll count to three,
the dream is law, obey and see!
i throw my grains, your soul I keep
i am the sandman: time to sleep!

come take my hand, I whisper your name,
a child of night, you enter my game.
father can’t see, his arms can’t hold,
i steal you away, through forests cold.

my voice is sweet, my touch is near,
i promise joy, I promise cheer.
behind my smile, the grave is wide,
i am the hand where hope has died.

i call you close, no fear, no pain.
i crown you rich, with silk, with chain.
my daughters wait, they sing and cry.
but if you scream, then you shall die.
for I’m the mark, you can’t deny!
the spirit king, you can’t defy!

i ride the wind, I stalk the night,
i seize the lost, I wield the blight.
the branches bow, the silence loud,
your heart is mine, I take you now.

i call you close, my voice, my right.
i break your will, with fire, with might.
my daughters dance, with flame, with sigh.
but if you flee, then you shall die.
for I’m the mark, you can’t deny!
the spirit king, you can’t defy!

no heartbeat in my hollow chest,
i’m pale as bone stripped from the rest.
my teeth have drunk across the years,
through empires, plagues, and nameless fears.

my judgment never sleeps,
i am the court and crime.
the sentence no one keeps,
but me for all of time.

my thirst, my greed, my deepest sin,
i smell the heat beneath your skin.
my crimson court, lacks all concern,
when blood bags drained beyond return.
my cloak descends, my bloodshot eyes,
i strike before your terror cries.
my fangs are in, the red runs free,
there is no god who can stop me.

i wear the mist, I wear the dark,
i shift my shape before you mark.
your garlic strings and candles lit,
they wither when the bloodlust hits.

i know the stake might end my reign,
the holy cross that breaks my chain.
the sunlight that dissolves my form,
but nothing tames my hunger's storm.

i've loved the ones I came to drain,
their beauty only deepened pain.
what tenderness I tried to reap,
surrenders when the craving's deep.

the warm blood stills beneath my skin,
cold satisfaction pours within.
my crimson court holds no adjourn,
the blood bag spent, beyond return.
my cloak withdraws, the pale light nears,
i vanish as the morning clears.
yet darkness calls at every turn,
a longing with no end to burn.

she fell beneath his violent claim,
the temple drowned in silent shame.
they marked her guilty, carved her face,
while he walked free without a trace.

her wounds became a shield of hate,
a mask no hand could desecrate.
her eyes cut deeper than a blade,
the hunters fell, their power frayed.

her beauty blooms in shattered guise,
no curse can dim her burning eyes.
the serpents weave, a living flame,
their hissing hymns exalt her name.

whoever dares to meet her stare,
the gorgon queen will strip you bare.
the stones bear witness, cold as fate,
your name erased, your sentence late.

now stone remembers every crime,
a court beyond the hands of time.
her rage endures, unbound, untamed,
a law no patriarch has named.

whoever dares to meet her stare,
the gorgon queen will strip you bare.
the stones bear witness, cold as fate,
your name erased, your sentence late.

whoever dares to meet her stare,
the gorgon queen will strip you bare.
the stones bear witness, cold as night,
your shadow swallowed, lost from sight.

behind the hedge and near the mound,
your wailing cuts the night in two.
grey cloak, red eyes, your hair unbound,
you comb it when your work is due.

why do you make it that simple?
why do you make it that easy for me?
to unveil your old intentions,
to discover my hate for you.

are you able to be satisfied?
are you able to be pleased?
if i’m chosen to be crucified,
do i deserve a glance at least?
you’re the one, who’ll take my breath,
and make me think about my death.

you watch me fracture, slow and clean,
like law that never has to speak.
silence becomes my guillotine,
but i still crawl to hear you shriek.

why do you make it that grievous?
why do you make it that painful to me?
to be broken by cold disdain,
to be frozen by bloodshot eyes.

are you able to be satisfied?
are you able to be pleased?
if i’m chosen to be crucified,
do i deserve a glance at least?
you’re the one, who’ll take my breath,
and make me think about my death.

you don’t need a blade or fire,
you don’t need to call my name.
you watch me kneel while hopes expire,
while i beg you to stop this game.

i wear your scream like a twisted vow,
a ring of ice around my throat.
you don’t foretell what happens now,
you make it happen, note by note.

are you able to be pacified?
are you able to be appeased?
if i’m chosen to be qualified,
will you have me tonight for feast?
you’re the one, gave me your scream,
kept me from finishing my dream.