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[Fatal1ty]

Dimmu Borgir - 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 (Excuse me if any writing errors. The text is quite difficult)



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