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Lyrics :
Black Velvet
Thomas Poehlmann
Black velvet
supple in my hand,
Soft and gentle – envelop me
My body with the darkness of the night –
It’s so hard to endure the light of day
Will-o‘-the-wisp – which heralds the call of the ferryman Charon
Lost in the intoxicating song of the sirens
and Trumpets of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse
So lovely, sonorous – in the ecstasy of victory
Blind between Scylla and Charybdis!
Black velvet
supple in my hand,
Soft and gentle – envelop me –
I want to feel you like the skin of my beloved
that absorbs my body
in the dark of night!
Midian Poet 