We know the secret reason,
the reason for his parricide,
the silent and illusive try to stop the fleeting hand of time.
a strategy, that will always be
but a hopeless venture, bound to fail,
and all he ever does conceive is a twisted kind of burial;
which he had never thought to yield...-
as something further lies concealed.
Burying the children in a hurry, secretly within the tomb,
in the gentle safety ... of his own belly,
where, soundly asleep, they'll be waiting for
the time of their delivery ... and exactly that's the irony !
something that he had never thought to yield...-
as something further lies concealed.
Fear... this is the secret name,
driving force and motivation
for his attempt to stop the wheel;
yes, something further lies concealed.
we truly know the secret reason,
still something further lies concealed,
the dreadful murder, a sad illusion,
now something else shall be revealed:
I, your child, bury myself
within your body... eagerly,
forbidden taste, never admitted,
driven by the ghouls of fear.
refuge for unspoken longing(s),
we are not quite ready for this world...-
in silent slumber of a darker safety...-
into my mother's womb i want to return.