SOPOR AETERNUS LYRICS

1. In An Hour Darkly

In einer dunklen Stunde, ach, alle Stunden sind dunkel hier.
Aus einem Becher von zartestem Flieder trinken wir Tee allein mit mir.

My name is BROKEN CHALICE and leaden I am filled all the way up to the brim;
Filled with sadness, and with misery, and the most terrible of things.
Very soon I might overflow I fear, as I am filled with so much anger and far too many tears.

These words come from the depth of my discontent,
To testify to you of the displeasure that I harbour against the world and therefore myself.
Hush, here lies truth, sweet child, in all its obvious simplicity.

A long time ago it seems the boy has come to an agreement with himself,
To remain in this wretched life for as long as it hasn reached the point of becoming totally unbearable.
Yes, he was prepared to tolerate the bleakness of all things,
Of darkness, even nothingness itself,
All of this perhaps only to prove that life really isn worth an effort,
That an early VOLUNTARY DEATH is absolutely ALWAYS justified.

Yes, I DO confess.
I have a secret wish:
I often dream of dying,
To dissolve completely,
To simply vanish,
So that nothing,
Not a single grain,
Would ever remain of me.
No spark, no energy,
No further existence for me,
But most of all:
NO REBIRTH!!!

Alas, if I had this chance, this possibility, how free from worries could I be,
If I only had this ONE guarantee that there would be NO MORE tomorrows lying in wait for me.

2. The Conqueror Worm

[by Edgar Allan Poe]

Lo! 'Tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An Angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears.
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumbe low,
And hither and thither fly
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley dram ‒ oh be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With it s phantom cheased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
The self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! It writhes! With mortal pangs
The mimic become it s food,
And the angels sob ar virmin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out-out are the lights-out all!
And, over each quevering form,
The curtain, the funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
And the angels, all palid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
And the play is the tragedy, "Man"
And it s hero is the Conqueror Worm.

3. Minnesang

Oh, wie gern' würd' er Euch künden von der Welt und wie er sie sieht, doch wie könnte von etwas er sprechen, von dem er absolut nichts versteht?!
Wie gern' würd' er Euch singen von der Liebe, die alles durchwebt, doch ihm bleibt nur die traurige Klage, denn noch keinen Tag hat er's erlebt.
Ach, wie gern' würd' er Euch preisen von der Freiheit unendlichem Glück, doch straften dann seine eig'nen Ketten ihn Lügen bei jedem Schritt.
Gar wohlbehütet ist sein Leben, und dies gibt ihm die Möglichkeit, leidend im Dunkel langzuliegen, pflegend nur die Traurigkeit.

Minnesang, oh Minnesang, unser arsch ist fett, uns're Nase lang.
Von gar nichts handelt dieses Lied, da Einfalt nun mal nichts gebiert.

Von allen Melodien hat er die traurigste für sich erwählt, denn sie gleicht so sehr seinem Wesen und dem maßlosen Leid, das ihn quält.
Eine Sage von Monstern und Feen, ja, von Heiden auch und Zauberkraft, von Bestimmung, von Zufall und Wundern und dem Schläfer, der am End' erwacht.
Ja, all dies steht geschrieben schon in dem Buch, das man Schicksal nennt, und obgleich schon vor Zeiten ersonnen, seinen Ausgang hier doch niemand kennt.
Ein Buch, das sich in Schweigen hüllt, seine Zeilen beim Lesen erst entstehen, damit die neugierig blätternd' Hand nichts als leere Seiten soll seh'n.

Minnesang, oh Minnesang, wenn das Ende naht, wird's uns doch schrecklich bang.
Von gar nichts handelt dieses Lied, weil Einfalt nun mal nichts gebiert.

4. Von der Einfalt

Bestimmt seit tausend Jahren schon … auf dem kalten Grund des Meer's
Ach sag', mein Kind, Du kennst den Schlaf: wie lange ist es wohl schon her?
Wie Du, so sind auch wir geschlagen … und im Tode träumen wir.
Du weißt, es ist nicht wirklich tot, was dort unten ewig liegt, weil eines Tages ja die Zeit den Tod letztendlich doch besiegt.

5. Hearse-Shaped Basins Of Darkest Matter

[Instrumental]

6. Leeches & Deception

[Instrumental]

7. Extract From: The Voices Of The Dead

Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm

8. Do You Know My Name?

What has happened while we slept?

We have revived the water... or perhaps it simply woke up on its own.
Anticipating... it is murmuring now along its ancient bed.
Where is the stone... the tower...that worships...and reveres us?
No such a stone is here, I swear...well feeling that there should be
On hottest rods we're shooting through the night along a private garden-way...
Though we no longer have any business being here
On the left-hand side the greenhouse of a market garden...
What fragile shoots are being sheltered there?!

Merry Rock, dressed in the midnight gown of tears,
He is sitting on the floor and cries
His eyes are gazing at the western sky...
Oh everything seems lost to him
Tapping his shoulder gently,
My desire hardly concealed:
You've done a lot already, and much more you will achieve!
Sweet syrup consolation is dripping from my mouth...
Can I, myself, believe this solemn vow?

I shattered all the mirrors fearfully hoping
That they won't be able to remember my face.
Darkest of all lights
Most greedy to embrace
Surrounded by demons
Or breathing in life...

Between the tides the time seems endlessly
The force of habit or whatever
Pulled me back into a well-known pain.
What uses the knowledge of my progression
When the old world is gone
Without a new in sight, with my new found life
I am homeless again...


the force of habit or whatever
pulled me back into a well-known pain.
What uses the knowledge of my progression
when the old world is gone
without a new in sight, with my new found life
I am homeless again...

"I don't want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord...
thought His hand I am
I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word..."

I am falling down
back to the lowest spheres... Do you know my name?
Did you answer
I just cannot hear...







SOPOR AETERNUS LYRICS