Das Kaltes Herz [English translation]

I lived once, many years ago

Down by the pinehill.

I was a young charcoal burner,

but envy corrupted my sense of honor.

I wished for fame and riches

The price was of no concern to me.

And so I became a victim

Of the demon of the pine realm.

He ripped out my beating heart

And kept it safe in a glass.

He gave me a heart of stone

And very fast were my fears forgotten

The life with the cold heart

Gave me all i ever wanted, but took even more.

I became famous and rich

But i was losing this game.

When screaming silence spreads out,

when one can only hear beating hearts

No sound emits from my chest

No sound that disturbs my rest.

Turned to stone were the dreams,

turned to stone, so cold.

Turned to stone were my tears

Turned to stone were my feelings

No happines made me rejoice,

Didn’t understand neither laughter nor jest

I had turned to dead stone,

just as my cold heart was.

Many years later I wanted

To see my heart one more time.

And in the demons cottage

I saw hundred glasses standing.

I said „Master, those aren’t hearts,

they’re only made of wax!

You never took my heart from me

I had already suspected that.“

„You little fool, I will teach you!

In this bottle is your true heart.

Take it back into your body,

feel desire and pain one last time as prove!“

Reunited with my true heart

I made a quick getaway

I fled as far as roads could carry me

Until i found peace again.

• Artist:Saltatio Mortis
• Album:Wer Wind Sät