Dimmu Borgir - Sorgens Kammer
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 life hope?
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
More.. 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 grave choir.
The land of perdition
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 Less..
Added: Dec 28 2007 In:
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