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