WIJLEN WIJ LYRICS

1. L'anathème

L'anathème est prononcé

Noyée de brumes
Noyée de larmes

2. Wijlen Wij

Wie herinnert ons nu aan onze half vervaagde zonden?
Met ogen wijd geopend, zullen we de slaap nooit meer vatten
De schimmen zullen ons nimmer meer verlaten
In stilte zijn ze weer aan 't bloeden, onze oude en diepe wonden

Ons geluk was van korte duur; menige zwarte nacht
Hebben we hier doorgebracht onder een treurige kruis
In de afwezigheid van leven voelden wij ons eindelijk thuis
God sta ons toch bij, nu de oude hel weer op ons wacht!

Wijlen wij, vervloekt in ons bestaan
Heb meelij met ons die eenzaam verkwijnen
Bittere woorden van zelfhaat mijmerend, terwijl onze lichamen vergaan

Wijlen wij, zelfs vervloekt in onze dood
Laat ons de duisternis omhelzen terwijl het niets ons verslindt
We zweren het op onze verdorven ziel: iets anders hebben we nooit gewild...

3. Offertorium

L'anathème est prononcé

Noyée de brumes
Noyée de larmes

Les gens ils marchent, ils marchent

4. Falling Stars

Rotten leaves, naked trees
lost light, gone from the sky
barren and cold waste
an all engulfing darkness

my body lays silent
yet I'm wandering alone
my strength and courage
All idle in this world

lingering shadows
hostile, hopeless woe
contorted images
my breath, no life, no warmth

This shapeless void
Alas... no relief, no joy
Chilling cold gales
and no path to choose

This desolate dantesque hell
Flowers wither as I pass by
Birdsongs killed by the cold knell
All falling stars on crimson skies

5. Aware Of The Void

Trapped in cold decaying flesh.
There is another world in here.
Another mind in control.

Trapped in dead withering flesh.
I should not be – but still am.
Trapped in this mental hell.

Aware of the emptiness.
Aware of the cold.

Touching the everlasting.

6. Bridges

I've died and they build
Bridges all over my dead corpse
They don't seem to have much respect
For the remains of a dead warrior
Why can't they see that my wounds are still bleeding?
Why can't they see that my limbs are still aching?

Their soldiers build bridges on my dead body
With mortar and clay

I felt betrayed that my corpse was not honoured
For years and years I stood like a mountain
Sheltering them from the winds
Fighting against their many enemies

Wounded on the cold ground I laid
Wreckage, abandoned by everyone
Wasted by centuries of solitude
Eternally damned...

But down on my knees I prayed
And on the seventh day she came
Angel heaven sent... cold water for my dried lips

Hear my call, I speak with Ancient Tongue
Take my suffering; erase me from the face of this earth
A new era has begun; the King has arisen from his slumber!

Like a bird freed from its cage
Like the prayer of a wounded soul
My spirit flies towards the sun...







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