Berghain Knights

An ode to the Berghain nightclub in Berlin.

Soldiers slain battling Berlin bars
Clubbing army marching at dawn.
Garrison goths, regiment ravers
Platoon punks, fleet freaks.
Don’t be afraid
Of this ghostly brigade.

Rising as a fortress of freedom
Berghain tech-no prisoners.
All black dress codes whisper, party armours twitch
Standing in formation staring at the draw-bridge.
Klocking guards at the moat
Who’ll be let in?
Whose corpses will float?

Sven Marquardt, you’ll never forget.
Metalhead chic, battle scar tattoos.
Doorman photographer, he’s seen this scene.
Oden judges the half dead, half alive
You're lucky to enter
But will you survive?

Valkyrie voices guide souls to Valhalla
Welcome back home to Hotel California.
This castle has no prince or princess
No damsels in distress, just states of undress.
Rumours swirl about dark room vice
You’re all just prisoners of your own device.

Charge! Forget retreat
Stay forever, you’re in for a treat.
Lose your mind in this musical delight
Is it ever morning or a never ending night?
Beats beat bodies, dancing mass heaves
You can check out when you like
But you can never leave.