Come with me to the valley of night

Feel the jungle of ivy

I walk with you through the tunnel of light

Don't listen to the song of the siren



And the singer with the black rose between

His teeth is singin for your death

And the singer with the red rose between

His teeth is singin for your life

I pray now - in all secrecy



You'll kiss the sun in the desert land

Your longing for salvation

The tunnel is the light and the end

You mustn't sing with the sirene



And the singer with the black rose between

His teeth is singin for your death

And the singer with the red rose between

His teeth is singin for your life

I pray now - in all secrecy



You pave the way for your only fight

I cannot bear your fear in me

At the end of the tunnel

There is the light

Don't believe in the song of the siren



and the singer . . . . . .