Sorgens Kammer Del II

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 English translation: The echoes of the memories silences the hour Gagged in the heavy mind's chains i fall away No longer I wan't to be bolted stuck to the anchor of sadness But finally get the longing 'put out' - After leaving Drank I too much of the cup of (life)hope Took I the joy of vanity for granted Beacause my battle against the emptyness' pain - This death anxietys intoxication Is the only thing left - That is mine In my solitude I know anyway That I have no other to thank but myself That's why I'm calm when The rope is tightened around my neck Mute witnesses can not give comfort The common man in the funerals choir gathering will never see The land of the lost I with my own hands created This intense drag towards death's portals A walking studie in choked weeped service (as in church) Ruled since the dawn of time But something I never let go of - Was the sorrow In my solitude I know anyway That I have no other to thank but myself That's why I'm calm when The rope is tightened around my neck