Bethlehem — Durch befleckte Berührung meiner Nemesis song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Durch befleckte Berührung meiner Nemesis" by Bethlehem.
Lyrics
Vielleicht, Unerwartet,
lie? ein Skorpion jenes los
was man jetzt noch nicht wu? te und gefiel sich als in Stein gemei? eltes Blut
auf den Schwingen seines Hodens
Die vermeintlichen Grade deiner verschatzten Ohnmacht
umflie? en gar zu verschamt den Gottrasierten Blick
in die rohe Dunkelheit eines verwaisten Pferdeauges
Eine zweite Schere erlangt Erlaubnis
uber funffache Trauer
und nicht gerade das Chaos
wirkt als Kluft
Denn wenn sich eine Flammenkreatur
in den selbstgewahlten Tod tanzt
Und dunkler Reigen
zu den hehren Klangen des Seraphs cilt,
verhallt der Gedanke an berstendes Treibgut
wie ein gekreuzigter Aal,
dessen Bildnis uber den Rand des Bewegten Abgrundes schreitet
Kein Lodern erreicht mich
und niemand ist bereits dort
Wo mein Tod mit dem Zerwurfnis
einer versklavten Wurzel liebaugelt
Kein Nagelschatten zerrei? t in der Stille
Meiner unterwurfigen Heimkehr
Doch nur zu direkt setzt sich ein kurzes Gehenk
uber die verbrauchte Scham meiner dunklem Glut hinweg
Totgeglaubte Nachlassigkeit hetzt mit Vehemenz
durch die aschfahle Brut einer bratfertigen Liebe
Und der einst gerade Balken ist nun angewinkelt
Und tragt den Docht nicht mehr
Possibly, unexpected
Allowing a Scorpion that
Of what we still don’t know
And let it fall in sculptured blood
By the Swing of his scrotum
The Putatives Grade your pre-judging swoon
Overflowing bashfully to the view of a Shaved God
in the brutal Darkness of an abandonded Horse eye
A second Scissor obtains admission
over fivefolds of sorrow
and it wasn’t just the Chaos
knitted like clothes
Then when a flaming creature did it in the self-chosen dances of death
And the Darker ones lead
The Seraphs who hurriedly chase the sounds
To Keep back the thoughts of Bursting
A pissed Eel,
Whose effigy steps over the edge of the Abyss
No Flames reach me and no one is already there
Where my death Discords with
an Enslaved toy base
No Nail Shadows tears through the stillness
Of my submissive return home
Yet, only to Directly sit itself on a shorter sword belt
Over the consumed shame of my darken ardor
Death Believes negligence instigates with vehemence
across the pale ashes that broods a ready to fry Love
and the once straight beam is now bent
and strapped to the wick no more
Lyrics translation
Perhaps, Unexpectedly,
lie? a Scorpio that lot
what you now do not wu? te and liked as in Stein gemei? eltes blood
on the wings of his testicle
The supposed degrees of your shadowed faintness
flow around? not to verschamt the God-shaven look
into the raw darkness of an orphaned horse's eye
A second pair of scissors gets permission
uber funffache grief
and not just the Chaos
acts as a divide
Because when a flame creature
dancing into self-chosen death
And dark dance
to the noble sounds of Seraph cilt,
the thought of bursting driftwood fades away
like a crucified eel,
whose portrait walks over the edge of the moving abyss
No blazing reaches me
and no one is already there
Where my death with the shattering
endeared to an enslaved root
No nail shadow tear? t in silence
My submissive homecoming
But only too directly, a short walk
over the spent shame of my dark glow away
Presumed dead indulgence rushes with vehemence
through the ashy brood of a ready-to-roast love
And the once straight beam is now bent
And don't wear the wick anymore
Possibly, unexpected
Allowing a Scorpion that
Of what we still don't know
And let it fall in sculptured blood
By the Swing of his scrotum
The Putatives Grade your pre-judging swoon
Overflowing bashfully to the view of a Shaved God
in the brutal Darkness of an abandoned Horse eye
A second Scissor obtains admission
over fivefolds of sorrow
and it wasn't just the Chaos
knitted like clothes
Then when a flaming creature did it in the self-chosen dances of death
And the Darker ones lead
The Seraphs who hurriedly chase the sounds
To Keep back the thoughts of Bursting
A pissed Eel,
Whose effigy steps over the edge of the Abyss
No Flames reach me and no one is already there
Where my death Discords with
an Enslaved toy base
No Nail Shadows tears through the stillness
Of my submissive return home
Yet, only to Directly sit itself on a shorter sword belt
Over the consumed shame of my darken ardor
Death Believes negligence instigates with vehemence
across the pale ashes that broods a ready to fry Love
and the once straight beam is now bent
and strapped to the wick no more