Take all you need,

never lose your manners.

Don’t forget to lead,

take and spread your seed.

Not in the mood to light,

the way to your child,

of mind and time.


Grey matter and blue chips!

Spreading wings over cities.

Bursting fire and wild dreams.

The wild hunt is haunting,

your child till the end of mind and time.


Spread your crippled wings.

Fly straight to the sun.

Burn and cry and lift,

the mysteries of your own true Kind,

my little loved one.


Grey matter and blue chips!

Take all you need, but

don’t forget your manners.

Not in the mood to light,

the way to your fate.

The idiot head gives in!


The wild hunt is haunting you,

till the end of mind and time.

-Manuel D. H.

This road we’ve walked

This stones we’ve thrown

Fading, fading, fading


This games we’ve played

This story’s you’ve told

Fading, fading, fading


Dark clouds in your head

Thinking, speaking, walking

Fading, fading, fading


Take my hand

Stay with me

Don’t slide alone

In this dark Night of your own

-Manuel D. H.