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Sopor Aeturnus Lyrics
Two half figures stand ashore
the darkest lake embraced by cold
veils of mist and icy breath
blows the leaves away...
And the old black trees spread their long dead arms.
As the souls of the dead call across the water
they both step down into the coldest depth....
(The Monologue-World an the subconscious
Symbols)
This is a sad day here in the world of shades,
but even pain has its own beauty,
even pain can perform a lovely face.
Blinding stream, double-edged,
in an extra-terrestrial gloom,
beautiful creation of steel
grown in my barren womb...
The way into the light will separate me from my flesh,
myriads in their birth-given red... -
forcefully swimming through-out space.
This darkest space is wide
and the mountain is still so high,
fly up my black little eyes
and cross the frontiers that dare to define my life...!
No space too vast and surely no place too far,
the groping sister feels that her eyes
must be somehow alive.
So she is afraid of all the dwellers of the dark,
in their blindness they will never understand
the tempting gift of sight.
This place is cold, blindly she can feel
the dead winds caressing the rocks.
From high above they come way down,
these angels kissing our undead bodies to stone...
"Black wall, eat up my life and suffocate !"
This is a sad day in the shadowsphere.
Two suns are dancing cruelly in the dark,
forcefully swimming through-out this space...
I shattered all the mirrors
fearfully hoping that they won´t be able
to remember my face...
Darkest of all lights,
most greedy to embrace,
surrounded by demons and breathing in life...
"I don´t want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord,
though his hands I am, I have forgotten how to hear
or understand his words...!"
Between the tides the time seems endlessly,
the force of habit or whatever
pulled me back into a well-known pain.
what uses the knowledge of my progression(s)
when the old world is gone...-
without a new (one) ´insight´,
with my new-found life
I am homeless again!
"I don´t want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord.
Though his flesh I am, I have forgotten
how to hear or understand his words!"
I am falling down,
back to the lowest sphere(s)...
Do you know my name?
Did you answer?
I just cannot hear...
Now and then I‘m scared, when I seem to forget
how sounds become words or even sentences...
No, I don’t speak anymore and what could I say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say...
So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, no, no... -not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness I lie all alone by myself...,
sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word, I haven´t spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her
ears.
But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
that with every passing hour another word is leaving my
mind...
I am the mistress of loneliness,
my court is deserted but I do not care.
The presence of people is ugly and cold
and something I can neither watch nor bear.
So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...,
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...-
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, I don‘t speak anymore and what should I say,
since no-one is there and there is nothing to say?
All is oppressive, alles is schwer,
there is no-one and
NO-ONE IS THERE...
Old, senseless thoughts half frozen in loneliness,
faster and faster we’re spinning in circles;
imprisoned in pain, floating without sound,
the dead in the mist aimlessly wandering around.
Our sad eyes say: "We have lost our view !"
Dead souls without rest, the graves are lonely and cold.
But the promised peace I’m afraid we’ll never find,
for this place it lies so far
beyond the cruelest light...
(The Monologue-World an the subconscious
Symbols)
This is a sad day here in the world of shades,
but even pain has its own beauty,
even pain can perform a lovely face.
Blinding stream, double-edged,
in an extra-terrestrial gloom,
beautiful creation of steel
grown in my barren womb...
The way into the light will separate me from my flesh,
myriads in their birth-given red... -
forcefully swimming through-out space.
This darkest space is wide
and the mountain is still so high,
fly up my black little eyes
and cross the frontiers that dare to define my life...!
No space too vast and surely no place too far,
the groping sister feels that her eyes
must be somehow alive.
So she is afraid of all the dwellers of the dark,
in their blindness they will never understand
the tempting gift of sight.
This place is cold, blindly she can feel
the dead winds caressing the rocks.
From high above they come way down,
these angels kissing our undead bodies to stone...
"Black wall, eat up my life and suffocate !"
This is a sad day in the shadowsphere.
Two suns are dancing cruelly in the dark,
forcefully swimming through-out this space...
(music based on Cat Stevens "I think I
see the
Light")
Chill is dripping silently
I am drowning in myself.
My hope’s left me alone and barren,
my grave the only loving place.
I hate my own loathsome smell,
this stench of old-age and maledorous fear.
How I hate each mortal cell
that’s rotting deep inside of me.
I cannot bear the sun, so I close my eyes,
it’s the perfect day to end this wretched life!
(Give me the reason of life, so theat I might laugh...-
at least I’ll try in bitterness.)
Stop the waiting, the cruel waiting for nothing.
All I want is to forget ... finally in Sleep of
Death.
I could die just like a christian,
I could fade away in sleep,
but I want to die for someone,
for the one who waits for me.
I long to be a sacrifice for the lord,
my Lord of the darkest side.
Everyday is a perfect day,
a perfect day for suicide...!
Deliver me from the mindless crowd,
when steps grow dumb bwhind my back.
Save me from their poisoned looks,
harassing like daggers through my neck.
Here, where it’s (like) hell to exist
only Death can bring salvation.
Please, release me from chains
that crucify me to my eternal tribulation.
Here, where even my own image is spitting,
where I have to hide my face.
Where the distress seems so endlessly,
here, in this god-forsaken place...
In a former time, in a long forgotten place
when the masks and the faces had been identical twins.
As our sanctuaries were locked to hypocritical lies,
now befouled they lay bare, as they stalked in...,
so well disguised.
Suicide, sweet suicide,
deepest darkness veils my eyes.
Suicide, sweet suicide,
jet-black darkness clouds my mind.
Suicide, sweet suicide,
deepest darkness in my heart.
Suicide, sweetest suicide,
my unclean soul...
I know no light.
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