Månegarm — Dödens strand song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Dödens strand" by Månegarm.
Lyrics
Smärtan tär själen, en tystnadens tår faller,
mot sorgedränkt jord, den svartaste mull.
Den tunga svärta som blindar min syn,
darrandes på knä, världen faller skata ned.
Mina händer fylls, med livets vatten,
detta varma flöde, jag går stilla hän.
Släpper mitt svaga grepp, förlöst från väven.
från de bojor, som fjättrat mig.
Vader fram i mörkret i minnenas flod,
ett ändlöst ropande efter dödens strand.
Svagt skymtar hon, vars son jag är.
djupet och mörkret, farsontes bittra moder.
Faller på knä inför, hennes sjukliga prakt.
hennes kalla barm, välkomnar mig åter…
Pain consumes the soul, a tear of silence falls, in soil drenched with sorrow,
blackest earth.
Heavy blackness blinds my sight, on trembling knees, the world slowly falls.
My hands fill with the water of life, a warm flow, I gently perish.
I release my feeble grip, delivered from the web.
From the chains that have fettered me.
I wade through the dark in the river of memories, an endless call for the
shores of death.
I dimly discern her, she whose son I am.
The abyss and the dark, the bitter mother of pestilence.
I fall down on my knees before her sickly splendour. Her cold bosom greets my return…
Lyrics translation
The pain torments the soul, the tear of a silence falls,
against grim soil, the blackest mull.
The heavy blackness that blinds my sight,
trembling on your knees, the world falls down.
My hands are filled with the water of life,
this hot flow, I'm walking still here.
Releasing my weak grip, released from the weave.
from the shackles that have shackled me.
Wading forth in the darkness of the river of memories,
an endless cry for the beach of death.
Faintly she glimpses, whose son I am.
the depth and darkness, the bitter mother of farsonte.
Falling on her knees facing, her morbid splendor.
her cold bosom, welcomes me again…
The Pain consumes the soul, a tear of silence falls, in soil drenched with sorrow,
blackest earth.
Heavy blackness blinds my sight, on trembling knees, the world slowly falls.
My hands fill with the water of life, a warm flow, I gently perish.
I release my feeble grip, delivered from the web.
From the chains that have fettered me.
I wade through the dark in the river of memories, an endless call for the
shores of death.
I dimly discern her, she whose son I am.
The abyss and the dark, the bitter mother of pestilence.
I fall down on my knees before her sickly splendor. Her cold bosom greets my return…