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Sorgens Kammer



Minnenes ekko stiller timen

Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra

Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker

Men endelig få lengselens slukket - Etter å dra



Drakk jeg for meget av livshåpets 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 strammer rundt min nakke



Stumme viner kan ei gi trøst

Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte

Det landet av fortapelse

Jeg egenhendig skapte



Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler

(Har jeg som) En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir

Behersket siden tidens morgen

Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket - Var sorgen



[English translation:]



Chambers Of Sorrow



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".

Tha 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 messe-noir.

Controlled since the dawning of time,

But something I never would let go.. was the sorrow.

Det Nye Riket



Vårt hat skal vinne.

Vår ondskap skal gro.

A feste seg i unge sjeler.



Den siste krig skal vi vinne,

Og de godes blod skal falle som regn.

Deres korte sjeler skal samles.



Vi skal rå de over kaos og evig natt.

Vi skal glemme de kvinnelig vikante mødre,

Og utslette alt.



Et rike skal reiset seg,

I asken av brennte hjem,

Det er kun en herre hersker,

Vi heller deg Satan de sterkes konge.



Din tid er kommet.



English translation:



[The New Kingdom]



Our hate shall win

Our evil shall grow

To fix itself in young souls

The final war shall we win

And the blood of the good shall fall as rain

Their short souls shall be gathered together

We shall reign over chaos and everlasting night.

We shall forget the womanly weak small mother

And end all

A kingdom shall raise itself

In the ash of burned homeland

There is only one master ruler

We pay tribute to you Satan the king of the strong

Your time is has come