Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution, or Rammstein!
Let me explain, My friend bet me I couldn't write a fic in less than ten minutes. So I figured, why not write a song fic? So I did, and here it is! Please R&R! (Oh and yes I won, this took me 8 minutes and 32 seconds! LolZ
Oh, and the Translation of the lyrics is at the bottom of the page =D **************************************************************************
Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt nur zum Schein
wollte ganz alleine sein
das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden
so hat man es für tot befunden
es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand
mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand
Kurt sat alone in his room, and not for the first time that week. Usually he had Rogue or Kitty to keep him company, but now Kitty had Lance, and Rogue had her new best friend. He wasn't exactly bothered that he was alone, he'd been alone many times before in his life, but for some reason, this time it was different.
Der erste Schnee das Grab bedeckt
hat ganz sanft das Kind geweckt
in einer kalten Winternacht
ist das kleine Herz erwacht
He remembered the night his best friend ??ego had died. Kurt had woken up screaming, moments before the fatal shooting happened, Although he had no knowledge of it. When he found out, it scared him shitless because of the fact he had dreamt that ??ego had died.
Als der Frost ins Kind geflogen
hat es die Spieluhr aufgezogen
eine Melodie im Wind
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
Years had gone by since the death, but still Kurt couldn't stop thinking about it. Then the voices started. Whispers of memories, old and forgetton. Stuff in languages Kurt didn't understand. Always talking when he needed to concentrate. He was definitely going mad.
Hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
Spring turned into Summer, Summer into August and finally as the seasons changed once more. Kurt finally snapped. He tried to take his own life. He was sick of the voices, sick of the tormenting and sick of the looks he got when he went outside. He knew that people wouldn't say 'how sad, he was only 13' but 'I'm glad that demon is in hell!'
Der kalte Mond in voller Pracht
hört die Schreie in der Nacht
und kein Engel steigt herab
nur der Regen weint am Grab
His mother had found his body bathed in moonlight by the window. Somehow she managed to revive him, using her skills as a trainee nurse. And when he was better, they talked. Kurt told her everything, beginning from the dream, right up to attempted suicide.
Zwischen harten Eichendielen
wird es mit der Spieluhr spielen
eine Melodie im Wind
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
It was then that his mother told him about someone called Professor Xavier and his school in Bayville. Kurt refused at first, thinking that This Professor Xavier guy was some sort of psychiatrist, but when he found out about the school and it's odd inhabitants, the idea seemed to grow on him.
Hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
Kurt visited ??ego's grave one last time before he left for Bayville. One thing was different though, he was actually smiling this time. He smiled as he laid the flowers down, he smiled as he said a few last words to his best friend, he smiled as he walked away. Off to start his new life in America.
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There we go: And here'Z The lyricZ that I promised y'all!
A small human only pretends to die
it wanted to be completely alone
the small heart stood still for hours
so they decided it was dead
it is being buried in wet sand
with a music box in its hand
The first snow covers the grave
it woke the child very softly
in a cold winter night
the small heart is awakened
As the frost flew into the child
it wound up the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence
it hears the cries in the night
and no angel climbs down
only the rain cries on the grave
Between hard oak boards
it will play with the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground
Let me explain, My friend bet me I couldn't write a fic in less than ten minutes. So I figured, why not write a song fic? So I did, and here it is! Please R&R! (Oh and yes I won, this took me 8 minutes and 32 seconds! LolZ
Oh, and the Translation of the lyrics is at the bottom of the page =D **************************************************************************
Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt nur zum Schein
wollte ganz alleine sein
das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden
so hat man es für tot befunden
es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand
mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand
Kurt sat alone in his room, and not for the first time that week. Usually he had Rogue or Kitty to keep him company, but now Kitty had Lance, and Rogue had her new best friend. He wasn't exactly bothered that he was alone, he'd been alone many times before in his life, but for some reason, this time it was different.
Der erste Schnee das Grab bedeckt
hat ganz sanft das Kind geweckt
in einer kalten Winternacht
ist das kleine Herz erwacht
He remembered the night his best friend ??ego had died. Kurt had woken up screaming, moments before the fatal shooting happened, Although he had no knowledge of it. When he found out, it scared him shitless because of the fact he had dreamt that ??ego had died.
Als der Frost ins Kind geflogen
hat es die Spieluhr aufgezogen
eine Melodie im Wind
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
Years had gone by since the death, but still Kurt couldn't stop thinking about it. Then the voices started. Whispers of memories, old and forgetton. Stuff in languages Kurt didn't understand. Always talking when he needed to concentrate. He was definitely going mad.
Hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
Spring turned into Summer, Summer into August and finally as the seasons changed once more. Kurt finally snapped. He tried to take his own life. He was sick of the voices, sick of the tormenting and sick of the looks he got when he went outside. He knew that people wouldn't say 'how sad, he was only 13' but 'I'm glad that demon is in hell!'
Der kalte Mond in voller Pracht
hört die Schreie in der Nacht
und kein Engel steigt herab
nur der Regen weint am Grab
His mother had found his body bathed in moonlight by the window. Somehow she managed to revive him, using her skills as a trainee nurse. And when he was better, they talked. Kurt told her everything, beginning from the dream, right up to attempted suicide.
Zwischen harten Eichendielen
wird es mit der Spieluhr spielen
eine Melodie im Wind
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
It was then that his mother told him about someone called Professor Xavier and his school in Bayville. Kurt refused at first, thinking that This Professor Xavier guy was some sort of psychiatrist, but when he found out about the school and it's odd inhabitants, the idea seemed to grow on him.
Hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und aus der Erde singt das Kind
Kurt visited ??ego's grave one last time before he left for Bayville. One thing was different though, he was actually smiling this time. He smiled as he laid the flowers down, he smiled as he said a few last words to his best friend, he smiled as he walked away. Off to start his new life in America.
**************************************************************************** ********
There we go: And here'Z The lyricZ that I promised y'all!
A small human only pretends to die
it wanted to be completely alone
the small heart stood still for hours
so they decided it was dead
it is being buried in wet sand
with a music box in its hand
The first snow covers the grave
it woke the child very softly
in a cold winter night
the small heart is awakened
As the frost flew into the child
it wound up the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground
The cold moon, in full magnificence
it hears the cries in the night
and no angel climbs down
only the rain cries on the grave
Between hard oak boards
it will play with the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground
Up and down, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground