Sopor Aeternus

Todeswunsch

Chill is dripping silently
I am drowning in myself.
My hope’s left me alone and barren,
my grave the only loving place.
I hate my own loathsome smell,
this stench of old-age and maledorous fear.
How I hate each mortal cell
that’s rotting deep inside of me.
I cannot bear the sun, so I close my eyes,
it’s the perfect day to end this wretched life!
(Give me the reason of life, so theat I might laugh...-
at least I’ll try in bitterness.)
Stop the waiting, the cruel waiting for nothing.
All I want is to forget ... finally in Sleep of
Death.
I could die just like a christian,
I could fade away in sleep,
but I want to die for someone,
for the one who waits for me.
I long to be a sacrifice for the lord,
my Lord of the darkest side.
Everyday is a perfect day,
a perfect day for suicide...!

Deliver me from the mindless crowd,
when steps grow dumb bwhind my back.
Save me from their poisoned looks,
harassing like daggers through my neck.
Here, where it’s (like) hell to exist
only Death can bring salvation.
Please, release me from chains
that crucify me to my eternal tribulation.
Here, where even my own image is spitting,
where I have to hide my face.
Where the distress seems so endlessly,
here, in this god-forsaken place...

In a former time, in a long forgotten place
when the masks and the faces had been identical twins.
As our sanctuaries were locked to hypocritical lies,
now befouled they lay bare, as they stalked in...,
so well disguised.
Suicide, sweet suicide,
deepest darkness veils my eyes.
Suicide, sweet suicide,
jet-black darkness clouds my mind.
Suicide, sweet suicide,
deepest darkness in my heart.
Suicide, sweetest suicide,
my unclean soul...
I know no light.