Dimmu Borgir - Sorgens Kammer Del II ----Translate---- The echo of memories sets the hour Bound in the chains of gloom I fall from.. No longer will I be bolted to the anchor of melancholy But finally to get my longing extinguished - To leave Perhaps I drank to much of the mugs of life’s hope Did I take the vanity of pleasure for granted For my battle against the pain of emptiness - This trip of death anxiety Is the only thing left - That is mine In my solitude I know anyway (that) I have no one to thank but myself That is why I am calm When the noose tightenes around my neck Mute witnesses can not comfort The common man in the funeral choir, I will never comprehend The land of damnation Which I singlehandedly created This intense pull towards the portals of death A walking study in tearfully choked Messe Noir (black mass) Mastered since the dawning of time But something that I never let go of - Was the sorrow In my solitude I know anyway (that) I have no one to thank but myself That is why I am calm When the noose tightenes around my neck
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 13:22:08 +0000
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