Dornen - Abigor

Wartend auf einen schmerzlosen Tod —

Die Flammen der Hlle sind nichts

Verglichen mit diesem Leben,

Voll von wundenleckendem Licht,

Umgeben von Grausamkeiten names Menschen —

Keinen Tropfen Blut wert.

Meine Seele entschwand dieser Welt

Vor langer Zeit,

Aber der immerwhrende Ha band meinen Krper

An diese Dimension.

Ich wandere rastlos und leer,

Auf der Suche nach Erlsung und Harmonie,

Wissend, da diese Suche sinnlos ist, endlos.

Jemand hatte die Macht —

Und raubte mir die letzte Hoffnung,

Den Mut diesen Schmerz zu beenden, mein Leben.

Mein Wunsch knnte erfllt werden —

Hinwegschwinden, sanft und sicher,

Auf Winterflgeln in die letzte

Und ewige Dunkelheit,

In der Eiswinde durch mein Haar streifen.

Waiting for a painless death —

The flames of hell are nothing

Compared to this life,

Full of woundlicking light,

Surrounded by atrocities called humans —

Not worth a drop of blood.

My soul left this world

A long time ago,

But the everlasting hate bound my body

to this dimension.

I wander restless and empty,

Seeking deliverance and harmony,

Knowing that this search has no use, endless.

Someone had the power —

And robbed the last hope from me,

The courage to end this misery, my life.

My wish could be fulfilled —

Fade away, softly and certain,

On winterwings in the last

And eternal darkness,

In the icewind blow through my hair.

Waiting for a painless death —

The flames of hell are nothing

Compared to this life

full of wound-licking light,

Surrounded by atrocities called humans—

Not worth a drop of blood.

My soul vanished from this world

A long time ago,

But the everlasting hand-tied my body

To this dimension.

I wander restless and empty,

In search of salvation and harmony,

Knowing that this search is pointless, endless.

Someone had the power —

And robbed me of my last hope

The courage to end this pain, my life.

My wish could be granted —

Fading away, gently and surely,

On winter wings to the last

and eternal darkness

In the icy winds brush through my hair.

Waiting for a painless death —

The flames of hell are nothing

Compared to this life,

full of woundlicking light,

Surrounded by atrocities called humans —

Not worth a drop of blood.

My soul left this world

A long time ago,

But the everlasting hate bound my body

to this dimension.

I wander restless and empty,

Seeking delivery and harmony,

Knowing that this search has no use, endless.

Someone had the power —

And robbed the last hope from me,

The courage to end this misery, my life.

My wish could be fulfilled —

Fade away, softly and certain,

On winter wings in the last

and eternal darkness,

In the ice wind blow through my hair.