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Gothic Compilation, Part LVIII
Disc 1
01. Die Nacht
02. Schwarz
03. Someone Is After Me
04. Ahoii (radio edit)
05. Charybdis (live)
06. Bitten danken petitieren
07. Die Cholera
08. Was für ein Land
09. The Unified Field (Faux Tales club mix)
10. The Distance
11. Together as One
12. Song About
13. Butterflies
14. The Unquiet Grave
15. The Unraveling King
16. Epilog
17. A Dog From Hell
18. Septembers Breath (Mescaline Babies)
Disc 2
01. Liar
02. Mine
03. Step Up
04. Zerstörer der Welt
05. Dancers
06. Kora Cries
07. Hospitals
08. Stale
09. The Fall
10. The New Coliseum (EP-mix)
11. Feuerrosen
12. Gabi Grausam (Cybical Front remix)
13. Warning
14. God Is Art (Noisuf-X remix)
15. Embraced by Flames
16. FBK
17. Cuming Blood
18. Kick Ass
Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
Cold blows the wind to my true love
And gently drops the rain
I never had but one sweetheart
And in greenwood she lies slain

I'll do as much for my sweetheart
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn all on her grave
For twelvemonth and a day
For twelvemonth and a day

And when twelvemonth and one day was past
The ghost began to speak
The ghost began to speak

"Why sittest here all on my grave
And will not let me sleep?"
And will not let me sleep?"

"There's one thing that I want, sweetheart
There's one thing that I crave
"There's one thing that I want, sweetheart
There's one thing that I crave
And that is a kiss from your lilly-white lips
Then I'll go from your grave"
Then I'll go from your grave"

"My breast is as cold as clay
My breath smells earthly strong
"My breast is as cold as clay
My breath smells earthly strong
And if you kiss my cold clay lips
Your days they woun't be long
Your days they woun't be long

Go fetch me water from the desert
And blood from out of a stone
Go fetch me water from the desert
And blood from out of a stone
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That a young man never had known"
That a young man never had known"

"O down on yonder grove, sweetheart
Where you and I would walk
"O down on yonder grove, sweetheart
Where you and I would walk
The first flower that ever I saw
Is withered to a stalk
Is withered to a stalk

The stalk ist wither'd and and dry, sweetheart
And the flower will never return
The stalk ist wither'd and and dry, sweetheart
And the flower will never return
And since I lost my own sweetheart
What can I do but mourn?
What can I do but mourn?

When shall we meet again, sweetheart
When shall we meet again?"
When shall we meet again, sweetheart
When shall we meet again?"

"When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again
Are green and spring up again

"When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again
Are green and spring up again

"When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again
Are green and spring up again

"When the oaken leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again
Are green and spring up again