Nachtbildnis der Raben Eng
The raven leads you
to the griffin
Grab this sword
The raven will lead you to the griffin
In the evening the raven will ask you .
Say you accept the gift.
Now cross over
Over this ice to the griffin.
Seize his sword.
What else is of value to you?
Sword of the griffin
The raven will ask y ou
It begins with the raven .
Crow leads to Griffin
In the evening the cr ow will ask you.
Suppose you have received a gift.
Go to Griffin on this ice.
Grab this sword.
The raven in fairy tales:
Known are the Grimm fairy tales
The Seven Ravens
and also The Raven .
Norse mythology :
In Norse mythology the raven symbolizes
the raven symbolizes wisdom,
the god Odin always had
the two ravens Hugin
and Munin with him,
who sat on his shoul ders
and told him what was go ing on in the
world was going on.
On the dark sea
B y the dark sea,
who comes here ?
This sword in your hand
I've come here
I have come he re.
C ame to the cramp
I have crossed the b lack sand
through,
past crum bled rocks
of a wall.
N ow I stand
on black san d,
here at the dar k stand,
by the dark sea
but who comes
here?
Island of darkness
stranded on
this strange island.
Hot;
is th e sand on the shore stand.
What fate
lies in my hand
Everyone here,
has a dark secr et,
for the darkness
has brought us t ogether.
When all is lost,
how far are you
willing to go.
Cold midnight
Thoughts tell
here of darkn ess
therein images th at torment
with cold.
After midn ight
the forest show s itself
in all its winter splendo r.
The time so far away,
can remember
how long ago
where I was s ea.
T hreatened by a cold power
In the winter night.
The moonlight brin gs light
into the memory.
B loody tears on it,
a cold smile from h er.
Midnight:
S oft as this shine of the tear,
a memory in the glow of nigh t.
A dark image of shadows around gives me,
what awaits me in the darkness.
I n a dream created by me,
here a shadow room of the night,
built far from the light.
D eeply dark the eyes,
like the night so myste rious,
not to penetrate their person ality.
Tho ught depths
The past was
not really grea t,
the present doe s not bring it
for the future
is seen black .
Time loses its meaning,
everything in life
and in poetry
repeats itself,
only in a chan ged form.
The world behind the starry sky-
Build my dreams from the sand.
B uild my dreams out of sand.
Up and down the thoughts.
In the rain the raven.
Introduction to the darkness.
Transcription of the blood.
Performance of the night.
Butt starry sky.
The world behi nd the starry sky.
Building my dreams from the sand.
Heights and depths of thought.
Crows in the rain.
The world behind the starry sky.
Ravens portrait
painted in many
different colors.
Ravens portrait
In memory a po rtrait
painted in many diffe rent colors.
Also that of the raven.
Crow statue
Memorable i mage .
Painted in many diff erent colors.
On the black sand
Here in the dark cabin
of the night.
Now I stand
On the black sand,
Here in the dark cabin of the night.
What power do I hold ni the hand.
What does this land give me?
Now standing on the black sand.
This is a dark cabin in the night.
What power is in this hand?
What does this land give me?
A black colored forest
From the darkness in this tortured image.
After midnight the forest appears.
In all its black glory.
In black painted the forest.
The night makes everything dark.
Out of the darkness of this tortured image.
After midnight the forest appears dark.
In all its black splendor.
A forest painted black.
The night darkens everything.
A dark silhouette
surrounds me
Dark silhouettes surround me.
What awaits me in the dark
In my dreams create
the rooms my thoughts.
This is the shadow room of the night.
Built far away from the light.
A dark silhouette surrounds me.
What awaits me in the dark.
In the dream made this room.
This is the shadow room at night.
Built far away from the light.
Dark eyes, like a mysterious night.
Paint with these colors of the raven
W atercolor, paint all this as I want.
How Like a scream went through,
when I looked at the clock this dee p pain,
it was probably once again,
as so often in this year
my heart. Black
like the fields of this raven ,
in the dark night.
W hite as cold as this snow outside.
Red as the embers of blood of a wo e,
with dark genes. Blue like a dance in t he moonlight,
dark skies, all given over to him,
so that this moon again Kront up there.
G ray as these dark shadows made,
is this breeze from the night,
so late after eight o'clock. Sh adows lie
like a veil over this place,
what is hidden there in th em.
P urple like mist from a bonfire of this witch,
hidden outside deep in the forest. Colors,
Black of the raven, white of the snow,
red of blood, blue of moonlight,
orange of the sunset,
g ray of shadow,
purple of mist, o n this paper,
here before me, show you
what you should see.
Look at this picture,
before you go throu gh the desert
of ice and snow.
H ow do you like these colors
that all come together in this picture?
Where will this snowstorm in front of t he house,
from the cold made by the night drove,
when will you rest me?
This black of the night
hits this white of the snow.
My heart. Black
In the dark night.
Snow white over there in the light
of the moon the snow.
Gray, made like this dark shadows
Fog -this breath of this night.
Like a veil that covers this place.
What hides within it?
This black of the night
hits this white of the snow.
Nachtbildnis der Raben Eng
