Come with me to the valley of night  Feel the jungle of ivy  I walk with you through the tunnel of light  Don't listen to the song of the siren  And the singer with the black rose between  His teeth is singin for your death  And the singer with the red rose between  His teeth is singin for your life  I pray now - in all secrecy  You'll kiss the sun in the desert land  Your longing for salvation  The tunnel is the light and the end  You mustn't sing with the sirene  And the singer with the black rose between  His teeth is singin for your death  And the singer with the red rose between  His teeth is singin for your life  I pray now - in all secrecy  You pave the way for your only fight  I cannot bear your fear in me  At the end of the tunnel  There is the light  Don't believe in the song of the siren  And the singer . . . . . . . .