Paroles et traduction Nargaroth - Von Scherbengestalten und Regenspaziergang (Vision eines realen Todes)

Von Scherbengestalten und Regenspaziergang (Vision eines realen Todes)

Blutend und gehllt in Lumpen,
Die einst war′n mein Kampfgewand,
Schleppe ich mich ber Leiber,
Die in Scherben ich vorfand.
Die Scherben schneiden tiefe Wunden.
Strafen meinen Hochmut tief.
Und es geieln mich die Geister,
Die ich in finstren Zeiten rief.
Ich wollt' nicht hren jene Stimmen,
Die mich einst vor mir gewarnt.
Jetzt mu ich mein Schicksal leiden,
Und will kein Gott der mir erbarmt.
Ich bin nicht mehr der blind - naive
Junge der an Honig glaubt.
Der kstlich schmeckt wenn man vergit,
Da man ihn zuvor geraubt.
Doch nun zieh′ ich's vor zu schweigen,
Da Du lauschst nun meinen Weg.
Den ich in Melodien geschrieben,
Damit auch du ihn gehst.
Weint fr mich der Regen? Weint fr mich ein Gott?
Wann am Ende meines Weges, wartet mein Schafott?
Ihr hrt mich niemals klagen! Ihr hrt mich niemals schrei'n!
Denn von den 1000 Scherben werde ich die grte sein!
[English translation:]
[From Shardfigures And A Walk In The Rain]
Bloody and encased in rags,
These were once my armor,
I drag myself over the bodies
Which I found in shards.
The shards cut deep wounds,
They punish my selfish pride.
And the ghosts haunt me,
Whom I called in dismal times.
I didn′t want to hear the voices,
Who once warned me of myself.
Now I must suffer with my fate,
And I don′t want a merciful god
I am no longer the blind-naive
Boy that believes in honey.
Which is delicious when forget,
That he got stolen before
Yet now I prefer to be silent
That you listen to my path,
Which I wrote in melodies,
So that you'll go the same way.
Is the

Of shard shapes and rain walk (vision of a real death)

Bleeding and covered in rags,
Who was once my battle robe,
I drag myself over the body,
Which I found in shards.
The shards cut deep wounds.
Punish my arrogance deeply.
And the spirits make me horny,
Who I called in dark times.
I don't want to hear those voices,
Who once warned me about me.
Now I must suffer my fate,
And no God wants to have mercy on me.
I am no longer the blind - naive
A boy who believes in honey.
The delicious taste when you forget,
Because he was robbed before.
But now I prefer to be silent,
Since you are now listening to my way.
Which I wrote in melodies,
So that you too can leave him.
Is the rain crying for me? Is there a god crying for me?
When at the end of my path, is my scaffold waiting?
You never complain to me! You never hear me scream!
Because of the 1000 shards I will be the biggest!
[English translation:]
[From Shardfigures And A Walk In The Rain]
Bloody and encased in rags,
These were once my armor,
I drag myself over the bodies
Which I found in shards.
The shards cut deep wounds,
They punish my selfish pride.
And the ghosts haunt me,
Whom I called in dismal times.
I didn′t want to hear the voices,
Who once warned me of myself.
Now I must suffer with my fate,
And I don′t want a merciful god
I am no longer the blind-naive
Boy that believes in honey.
Which is delicious when forget,
That he got stolen before
Yet now I prefer to be silent
That you listen to my path,
Which I wrote in melodies,
So that you'll go the same way.
Is the