Flies danced around Amadeus box .
Klaus you were born with a skull
carved into your madness ,
looking at the world through
the wonderless eyes
of a twilight child .
Incubus walking with you
in a sleeping woman\'s dream .
Intra uterine camera miss Riefenstahl !
A messenger of death asking for fire
to warm the cold of your inspired delirium...
Navigating the river of darkness
in search of the golden cities ,
transmuting taboos into mud ,
sanctified scum ...
Ghosts of nothingness don\'t hear the cry of toys...
Klaus ,you play your part in satan\'s satyre .
Looking for healthy spirit in the scarred mirror,
remaining this sinner in the delights of torment...