Under Saturn

passed a red-haired icon
he drove like a demon
from L.A. to Berlin
paid up for the ferryman
been up for riding as well,
but my fellow ferryman said
"friend, for those 60s prices
i can just bring you to hell"

we all shall shine on
although the glitter is gone

i am far away now
couldn't really be more far
couldn't really be more blue
like an empty bar
because my inner malice
filled the void within
and made me realise:
the evil came with saturnic skill

we all shall shine on
although the glitter is gone

these days the glitter's gone
and the colours faded
remember all that shone
while we were shaded
i am far away now
far away I roam
too far to come back to the place,
my fathers called their home

picture a black land
covered in fog and pure white snow
picture a heartland
there you see the reaper in the fields
he's far away in time but time's not real

i can hear his scythe cutting through the corn
hey-stacks piling up...

hey-stacks, piling up...
hey-stacks, falling out of place...