Sorgens Kammer Del.2 HD

Dimmu Borgir

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Minnenes ekko stiller timen 
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra 
Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker 
Men endelig få lengselen slukket - Etter å dra 

Drakk jeg for meget av livhåpets krus 
Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt 
For min strid mot tomhetens smerte - Denne dødsangstens rus 
Er det eneste ene igjen - Som er mitt 

I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel 
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv 
Derfor er jeg rolig når 
Repet strammes rundt min nakke 

Stumme vitner kan ei gi trøst 
Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte 
Det landet av fortapelse 
Jeg egenhendig skapte 

Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler 
En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir 
Behersket siden tidenes morgen 
Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgen

I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel 
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv 
Derfor er jeg rolig når 
Repet strammes rundt min nakke

Translation in English

The echoes of silence sets the hour.
Gagged in the chains of "depression", I fall away.
No more I will be bolted fast in the anchor of "melancholy".
But finally get my longing "fulfilled" - for leaving.

Did I drink too much from the goblet of "lifehope"?
Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?
For my battle against the pain of emptiness - this intoxication of the angst of death,
Is all that is left... that is mine.

In my loneliness I still know,
That I have none to thank but myself.
This is why I remain calm,
As the rope is tightening around my neck.

Silent witnesses can not give comfort.
The ordinary man in the assembly of the "gravechoir" will never understand.
The land of despair
I created by my own hands.

This intense attraction to the portals of death
(I have as) A wandering study of tearful black mass.
Controlled since the dawning of time,
But something I never would let go.. was the sorrow

In my loneliness I still know,
That I have none to thank but myself.
This is why I remain calm,
As the rope is tightening around my neck.

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Artist: Dimmu Borgir
Video title: Sorgens Kammer Del.2 HD
Category: Symphonic Black Metal
Views: 566
Submitted by: DarkSoul