There Was A Country By The Sea

<br>There was a country by the sea, but I cannot say for certain, whether it was part of a lonely isle, or merely some coastal region.<br>A landing-stage of rotten blanks stretched carefully into the waves, and for one moment I did wonder, what frightening purpose it might serve.<br>O, heavy, roaring, endless seas, what secrets does this rage entomb? Have ancient memories or hungry ghosts, gathered all their strength, to call for this storm?<br>Deep-seated gardens, almost a labyrinth, walled in by ruins and rocks ivy-clad, perhaps this strange place had once been a palace, where now viole(n)t bushes bear dark thorns instead.<br>A young boy was taking me by the hand and unerringly he was leading me down below the gardens, which I hardly remembered, the moment I took the first step underground.<br>We came to a room with only small windows, and to my suprise I could somehow still hear, though reduced to a murmur, now chant-like and humming, to once savage voice of the roaring sea.<br>The boy has built a catacomb, he is living in a tomb, below the ground, where there`s no sound, he is hiding, from the world.<br>Something resembling an altar was built there, a secret overshadowed structure and use, underneath, in inanimate self-contemplation, lay a jet-black mass of coal-like granules.<br>Yet, this dark material had an unearthly lightness, and when I touched it, to feel what it was, it did seem to totally ignore my presence ...-without leaving a trace, it came trickling off.<br>Then out of a sudden from under the barrow something, appeared, unexpectedly: it was the bones of the little boy`s mother, which he had placed with greatest care underneath<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>There must have been something in my look(s), `cause the little boy started to speak, and to my unvoiced Question of why he had done this, he answered these words to me:<br>&quot;This is the only way I can be save from her, only this can guarantee, that she will not rise again, because when she does, she is always following me.<br>There`s just no alternative, I cannot escape from her, because as soon as I try, she will get up again, merely to haunt me...-oh, believe me, I have tried numerous times!<br>But here in these vaults I have finally found something that works like a seal, these jet-black granules do keep me from harm, and her bones can no longer hurt me.<br>Piled up in a certain, specific form, all the remains must be covered with it, then everything keeps still and for a brief moment I can pretend, that she does not exist.<br>Yet, all the time I must be on my guards, because now and then it can happen indeed, that frequently the earth does tremble and shaken, and some of the stones are Starting to slip.<br><br>So, constantly I have to control the barrow, the jet-black darkness of the coal-like mass, in order to be there, to repair the damage, to pile all back safely and to replace...&quot;<br><br>The boy has built a catacomb, he is living in a tomb. below the ground, where there`s no sound, he is hiding from the (terrible) world. It took me a while to realism that we all have secrets and fears ...- is it then a surprise that we close our minds from the pain that is causing these tears ?