Jan Hauck (June 1,1978)

This is my life among sprites and dryads,
The moon is my sun and I bring death,
Longing, mournful, silent death
By beauty, by kisses, a fairy tale nightmare
In pale light and cold water,
A destiny I never chose, without a choice
I long for love, true love, human love.

Oh moon, oh stars, my wind and water,
I weep, I bleed inside, myself a sprite,
No way out, no true love, my wishes,
My dreams, I kill men, lure them to me,
My nature, my power so cold and my tears.

I cannot sing, I cannot speak, I cannot say
What you mean to me, my hope
That what you see could be enough, and yet
My bones are cold, a chill in me, you do not know,
A life I try to escape without a chance,
But fate and my true love for you
Can only end with you, with me, in the lake.