Текст песни Vintersorg - Att Bygga En Ruin
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Kollaps är tillstandet vid alla koordinater När ridan gar upp pa naivitetens teater När moder jords talamod tryter, När människan kväver hennes blom Da, världsalltets väldiga kör ryter Och förkunnar sin fatala dom Fördärvets hammare slar med allt tyngre slag Likt den i kakofonins smedja Där röken ligger tät bade natt och dag Som en atbörd för att vi smider ödeläggelsens kedja Elden spyr ut sitt vildröda sken Och förbränner markens hjärta Flammor som dansar over mortalitetens scen Tills allt är förbränt och höljt i svärta En vidsträckt öken kryper fram där det har böljat ett skimrande hav Landskapets själ är förvänd och spräckt Av mänsklig hand skulpteras sa naturens grav Tills världen pryds av kaosets ordensdräkt Gra är varje fjäril, kall är varje äril Och skuggor tränger bort ljuset Skogar har börjat blöda, kvävd är varje gröda Och tömt är visdomskruset Alla ängar har mist sin forna prakt, Enfaldighetsharpans strängar ljuder I denna trakt Där livlöshetens stjärna brinner Med ett kallt sken som vi aldrig övervinner [English translation:] TO BUILD A RUIN Collapse is the state at all coordinates When the curtains go up at the theatre of naivety When Mother Earth's patience runs low, When man suffocates her blossom Then, the universe's enormous choir roars And announces its fatal judgment The hammer of ruin strikes with increasingly heavy blows Like the one in the forge of cacophony Where the smoke lies thick both night and day As a gesture that we are forging the chain of ruin Fire spews out its wild red light And burns the heart of the land Flames that dance over mortality's scene Until all is burnt up and covered in blackness A wide-streched desert creeps forth where once a glimmering sea billowed The soul of the landscape is warped and cracked Nature's grave is thus sculptured by human hands Until the world is adorned by the garb of chaos Every butterfly is grey, every fireplace is cold And the shadows force the light away Forests have begun to bleed, every crop is suffocated And the cup of wisdom has been emptied All meadows have lost their former splendour, The strings of the harp of foolishness resound in this land Where the star of lifelessness burns With a cold light which we will never overcome Смотрите также: |
Collapse is the state at all coordinates
When the curtain rises on theater of naivety
When Mother Earth patience runs low ,
When man suffocates her blossom
Da , the universe mighty choir roars
Proclaiming his fatal judgment
Perdition hammer strikes with increasingly heavy blow
Like the in -tank cacophony
Where the smoke is dense both night and day
As a gesture for us to forge desolation chain
The fire spewing out his wild red glow
And burn the soil Heart
Flames dancing over mortalitetens scene
Until everything is burned and shrouded in blackness
A vast desert creeps forward where it is surging a shimmering sea
Landscape's soul is perverted and cracked
By human hand carving said natural burial
Until the world is graced by chaos words costume
Gra is every butterfly, every fireplace is cold
And shadows force the light away
Forests have begun to bleed , every crop is suffocated
And emptied of wisdom
All pastures have lost their former splendor ,
Foolishness strings resound in this land
Where the star of lifelessness burns
With a cold light that we will never overcome
[ English translation: ]
TO BUILD A RUIN
Collapse is the state at all coordinates
When the curtains go up at the theater of naivety
When Mother Earth 's patience runs low ,
When one suffocates her blossom
Then, the universe 's enormous choir roars
And announces its fatal judgment
The Hammer of Ruin strikes with Increasingly heavy blows
Like the one in the forge of cacophony
Where the smoke lies thick both night and day
As a gesture That we are forging the chain of ruin
Fire spews out its wild red light
And burns the heart of the country
That dancing flames over mortality 's scene
Until all the ice burnt up and covered in blackness
A wide- streched desert creeps forth where once a glimmering sea billowed
The soul of the landscape is warped and cracked
Nature 's grave is thus sculptured by human hands
Until the world is adorned by the garb of chaos
Everytime a butterfly, ice gray , everytime fireplace ice cold
And the shadows force the light away
Forests have Begun to bleed , every crop is suffocated
And the cup of wisdom has been emptied
Meadows all have lost Their shapes splendor ,
The strings of the harp of foolishness resound in this country
Where the star of lifelessness burns
With a cold light Which we will never Overcome