Текст и перевод песни Sunken - Foragt

Foragt

Jeg skriger i afmagt over selve din esksistens
Denne verden du har skabt for mig, er ren, usødet smerte
Jeg væmmes i forbitrelse over alt du har forvoldt
Et liv i underdanighed og mindreværd

Jeg afskyr din kvalmende defaitisme
Some har affødt denne apati
Min eneste genkendelige tanke er misantropi
Et had som brænder med utænkelig kraft

Lad mishagets flammer opsluge dit væsen,
Lad intet forhindre min hævnagt
Som tusind skalpeller dissekerer løgne
Og blotter et indre af råd

Selvhad – dybets mørke
Sjælefred – en drøm gemt bag dis og tåge
Selvhad – mishagets flamme
Sjælefred – livets ophør

En gru, en brat opvågning
Fra foragtens blindende slør
I refleksionen, en sandhed
Om fjendtlighed som aldrig dør

Fanget i frygtsomhedens gab
Undertrykt realitet og illusion
Lad nu sløret falde
Leden flyder i dryppende blod

Selvhad – dybets mørke
Sjælefred – en drøm gemt bag dis og tåge
Selvhad – mishagets flamme
Sjælefred – livets ophør

At leve er at lide
At overleve er at finde mening i lidelsen
I selvhad

Væk mig fra disse feberdrømme
Med udsigt til frelse og fred
Tro og håb er kun slør foran mit selvhad
Min selvforagt

Contempt

I scream in contempt of your very existence
This world you created for me is pure, unadulterated agony
I writhe in defiance of all you have inflicted
A life of servitude and inferiority

I despise your sickening defeatism
You have birthed this apathy
My only recognizable thought is misanthropy
A hatred that burns with unimaginable intensity

Let the flames of loathing consume your being,
Let nothing thwart my vengeance
As a thousand scalpels dissect the falsehoods
And expose an interior of decay

Self-loathing – the abyss's darkness
Tranquility – a dream lost in mist and fog
Self-loathing – the flame of spite
Tranquility – the cessation of life

A horror, an abrupt awakening
From contempt's blinding veil
In reflection, a truth
Of animosity that never dies

Trapped within the maw of timidity
Reality and illusion oppressed
Now let the veil fall
Vileness flows in trickling blood

Self-loathing – the abyss's darkness
Tranquility – a dream lost in mist and fog
Self-loathing – the flame of spite
Tranquility – the cessation of life

To live is to suffer
To survive is to find meaning in suffering
In self-loathing

Wake me from these fever dreams
With visions of salvation and peace
Belief and hope are but veils before my self-hatred
My self-contempt