Verheißung, Du Krone des Todeskultes - Bethlehem Übersetzung ins Englische

Verheißung, Du Krone des Todeskultes

Durch die hehre Finsternis
Des zukünftig Vergangenen
Sehnt das Raunen sich nach Licht
Nach einem Weg heraus
Zwischen zweierlei Welten

Verstummt ist die gleichgültig' Andacht
Und es ward mir,
Als würd' ich ein Unterkleid erblicken
Welches aufgeknüpft an einen Baum
Den Niederen eine Stätte der Zuflucht ist

Heraufbeschworen durch die Kraft
Einer erlöschenden, zweiten Sonne
Werden drei Finger meiner linken Hand
Erschlafften Samen in die Ungewißheit
Blutgetränkten Schlammes entlassen

Gestern meinte ich es noch genauso
Wie es morgen klingt
Es war die Berührung mit dem Nichts
Welche mir den dritten Finger tätowierte
Aber als der Lurch sich mir eröffnete
Ward ich ein anderer
Und schnitt mir den ganzen Arm ab

Ich fange dich mit meniem Todesbringer
Und du denkt noch es wäre der Wahnsinn
Doch es ist versprochen:
Ich werde mich weiter töten

Oh Verheißung - Du Krone des Todeskultes!

Wenn schwarze Regentropfen nur dem einen Ziel
Dienen,
In nächtlicher Unbedeutsamkeit zu verbrennen

Und der an sein eigenes Kreuz genagelte Mensch
Den Wunsch verspürt
Dich Tod einem nie dagewesenen Leben
Vorzuziehen

Dann ist der entweihte Zeitpunkt gekommen
In Deine erlösenden Augen zu blicken
Und den eigenen Untergang mit offenen Armen
Willkommen zu heißen.

[English translation: Promise - Thou Crown Of The Death Cult]

Through the exalted darkness
Of the future past
The murmuring longs for light
For a way out
Between dual worlds

Silenced is the indifferent attention
And it seems to me
As if I would see an undergarment
That, tied up in a tree,
Is a sanctuary for the humble ones

Conjured up by the power
Of a fading second sun
Three fingers of my left hand are
Set free weakened seed in the uncertainty
Of bloodsoaked mire

Yesterday I meant it just like
It sounds tomorrow
It was contact with the nothingness
That tatooed my third finger
But when the amfibian opened to me
I seemed to be someone else
And cut off my entire arm

I catch you with my bringer of death
And you still think it was insanity
Yet it is promised:
I will kill myself furthermore

Oh Promise - Thou Crown Of The Death Cult

When black raindrops serve only the one goal
To burn in nocturnal insignificance

And he who is nailed to his own cross
Feels the wish
To prefer You Death over a life that never
Existed

Then the distant point in time has arrived
To gaze into your redeeming eyes
And to welcome one's own downfall
With open arms

Promise, You crown of the death cult

Through the noble darkness
The future of the past
Does the murmur long for light
Looking for a way out
Between two different worlds

Silent is the indifferent' devotion
And it became me,
As if I saw an undergarment
Which is tied to a tree
A place of refuge for the lowly

Conjured up by the force
An extinguishing, second sun
Three fingers of my left hand
The seed of the seed of the seed of the seed of the seed of the seed of the seed of the seed of
Discharged blood-soaked mud

Yesterday I meant it the same way
How it sounds tomorrow
It was the contact with nothing
Who tattooed my third finger
But when the Lurch opened up to me
Did I become another
And cut off my whole arm

I'll catch you with meniem Deathbringer
And you still think it would be madness
But it is promised:
I will continue to kill myself

Oh promise - You crown of the death cult!

When black raindrops are only for one goal
Serve,
To burn in nightly insignificance

And the man nailed to his own cross
Feeling the desire
Death to an unprecedented life
Preferable

Then the desecrated time has come
To look into Your redeeming eyes
And their own demise with open arms
To welcome you.

[English translation: Promise - Thou Crown Of The Death Cult]

Through the exalted darkness
Of the future past
The murmuring longs for light
For a way out
Between dual worlds

Silenced is the indifferent attention
And it seems to me
As if I would see an undergarment
That, tied up in a tree,
Is a sanctuary for the humble ones

Conjured up by the power
Of a fading second sun
Three fingers of my left hand are
Set free weakened seed in the uncertainty
Of bloodsoaked mire

Yesterday I meant it just like
It sounds tomorrow
It was contact with the nothingness
That tatooed my third finger
But when the amfibian opened to me
I seemed to be someone else
And cut off my entire arm

I catch you with my bringer of death
And you still think it was insanity
Yet it is promised:
I will kill myself furthermore

Oh Promise - Thou Crown Of The Death Cult

When black raindrops serve only the one goal
To burn in nocturnal insignificance

And he who is nailed to his own cross
Feels the wish
To prefer You Death over a life that never
Existed

Then the distant point in time has arrived
To gaze into your redeeming eyes
And to welcome one's own downfall
With open arms