7th of the 7th

Sunblazed windows scatter light
Joylessly about
Impervious
To It's intentions

The Shadow stirs the air
And moves unseen across
The darkest street
Melting heat

With eyes framed
So dark
You feel them tear
Right through your heart

And the light...

The door opens a wave of sound
Cutlery and me
And Darkness' choice
Is Table Seven

As he slides across the room
Heavy is his walk
But set
Is his way

Embraced by Death
Abandoned by God
He just waits
As he hides

From the Light...

I wrote this song a long time before 7 - 7. The actual title of the song is "Wrong Time Wrong Place", which I will be performing tonight for the last time on stage ( in Twickenham ).

Tot volgende keer

As ek 'n berg was
Sou ek jou met al my rotse
My bosse en kranse
Spoorloos laat verdwyn het

As ek die koue see was
Sou my branders hul wit arms
Jou om jou keel beet gekry het
En in my diepe kelder verslind het

Maar die Berg doem swyend op
Sy takke en rotse ken geen grein
Van die mens se natuur
Die See se siklus breek en bou
Ignoreer my wraak en planne
Soos skuim in die Weskuswind

Dus sal ek wag vir die dag
Wanneer ek ook deel van die elemente is
My takke sal ek versteur en jou uitsoek
My siklus sal skielik verander
En jou kinders se kinders
Sal die Frats nie sien kom nie.