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Why a picture Is it all too false The shepherd gathers in Voices from the darkness Bleeding from lonely mountains They are more quiet at day Sight in the sun Live and survive The tale is not weary Relief of the night You will never wake up The mind must die Sleep to me now I'm pounding Release this beat This nerve Anesthetize this being You will never awaken Tomorrow is on the other side Of a sight that is night Shelter me O mother of miracles I am entangled in swamps Aus Songtexte Mania