Letra de D�dens Strand - Manegarm
Letra de canci�n de D�dens Strand de Manegarm lyrics
Sm�rtan t�r sj�len, en tystnadens t�r faller
Mot sorgedr�nkt jord, den svartaste mull
Den tunga sv�rta som blindar min syn
Darrandes p� kn�, v�rlden faller sakta ned
Mina h�nder fylls, med livets vatten
Detta varma fl�de, jag g�r stilla h�n
Sl�pper mitt svaga grepp, f�rl�st fr�n v�ven
Fr�n de bojor, som fj�ttrat mig
Vader fram I m�rkret I minnenas flod
Ett �ndl�st ropande efter d�dens strand
Svagt skymtar hon, vars son jag �r
Djupet och m�rkret, farsontes bittra moder
Faller p� kn� inf�r, hennes sjukliga prakt
Hennes kalla barm, v�lkomnar mig �ter...
English translation:
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/dodens-strand-manegarm.php
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...
Mot sorgedr�nkt jord, den svartaste mull
Den tunga sv�rta som blindar min syn
Darrandes p� kn�, v�rlden faller sakta ned
Mina h�nder fylls, med livets vatten
Detta varma fl�de, jag g�r stilla h�n
Sl�pper mitt svaga grepp, f�rl�st fr�n v�ven
Fr�n de bojor, som fj�ttrat mig
Vader fram I m�rkret I minnenas flod
Ett �ndl�st ropande efter d�dens strand
Svagt skymtar hon, vars son jag �r
Djupet och m�rkret, farsontes bittra moder
Faller p� kn� inf�r, hennes sjukliga prakt
Hennes kalla barm, v�lkomnar mig �ter...
English translation:
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/dodens-strand-manegarm.php
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...