Gloom - Seelenluft

Bobby was a man, he belonged to an old clan

He had a sword with a handle made of silver

He was no knight, he just couldn’t really fight

All he wanted was to stand in that magic light

His real aim, who’s to blame

Was to dance on a star

Like a flame, with no shame

He would fly so far

Once he touched a ray, but he lost it right away

It left a hole in his chest and he felt empty

He was aware of the risk but he didn’t care

So he chased the light again

It made another hole

His real aim, who’s to blame

Was to dance on a star

Like a flame, with no shame

He would fly so far

His real aim, it’s not a game

Was to ride on the moon

Like a flame, with no shame

He would escape the gloom

Life is a whore, there’s no Bobby anymore

He was more hole than his body so he disappeared

His only legacy was his sword addressed to me

Which I don’t know, what to do with

His real aim, who’s to blame

Was to dance on a star

Like a flame, with no shame

He would fly so far

His real aim, it’s not a game

Was to ride on the moon

Like a flame, with no shame

He would escape the gloom