Dance of the Vampires (musical) - The insatiable greed

Von Krolock:
Finally night. No stars to see.
The moon hides itself
Because it is terrified of me.
No light in the ocean.
No false ray of hope
Only the silence. And in me
The silhouette of my pain.

The corn was golden and the sky was clear
In 1670
During the summer.
We lay in the whispering grass,
Her hand on my skin
Was tender and warm.

She didn't know that I was lost.
I still believed in myself,
Believed that I was winning.
But on that day it happened for the first time,
She died in my arms.

As always when I
Reached out for life
I couldn't keep hold of anything.
I want to be a flame
And become ashes
And haven't yet been burnt.

I want to be high and climb higher
And sink deeper into nothingness.
I want to be an angel
Or a devil
And am just
A creature
That always wants
What it can't have.

If there could be just one moment
Of happiness for me
I would accept all the grief.
But all hope is in vain
Because the hunger never stops.

One day, when the Earth dies
And the last person with it,
Then nothing will remain
Except a barren desert,
Of an insatiable greed.
The only thing to stay behind is
The big emptiness.
An insatiable greed.

The priest's daughter let me in at night
In 1730
After the prayers.
I wrote a poem with her heart-blood
On her white skin.

And the emperor's pageboy on Napoleon's baggage train…
In 1813
He stood in front of the castle.
That his grief
Did not break my heart
I cannot excuse.

Reach out for life
I feel like it shatters.
I want to understand the world
And know everything
But not know myself.

I want to become free and freer
And get rid of my chains.
I want to be a saint
Or a sinner
And yet am just
A creature
Which creeps and lies
And must always tear apart
What it loves.

We all believe that everything becomes better
So we accept the grief.
I want to eventually be satisfied
But the hunger never stops.

Many believe in humanity
And many in money and glory
Many believe in art and science
In love and in heroism.

Many believe in gods
Of many different kinds,
In miracles and in signs,
In Heaven and Hell,
In sin and virtue,
And in the Bible and breviary.

But the true power
That rules over us
Is the disgraceful,
Endless,
Consuming,
Destroying,
And eternal, insatiable greed.

You mortals of tomorrow,
I prophesise
Here and now:
Before the next millennium begins
The only God, whom everyone serves
Is the insatiable greed.