Summertime Sorrow
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Once again, I want to get up Beneath a life of dead hopes Through the space of dreams Under the gaze of misery Weakness and longing for happiness Hidden thoughts in the color of love In the harmony of light and darkness The image of the soul hides from us Once again, I want to go Her look can say everything If only he would call Where the pain comes from If I were to be divided by him Where are my dreams and memories In the harmony of light and darkness The image of the soul hides from us As the smell fades Gazing long at veil Where my days have dried up A large cover is spreading Under which lies drowned soul Game of the dead There are pain and memories No more life to give In the harmony of light and darkness The image of the soul hides from us All my suffering, all my pain in the past Doze and twilight both night and day Once again, I want to get up We feel sleepy, we can't dream
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
When my dust passes away Into a lumps of clay Then the re will be nothing left Between you and me When slavery ends two principles Mind and body, evil and good Then it will go back to the beginning In the last harvest i reaped... ...and becoming formless Back to his old ways I will be like you again Like on the first day and minute Carrying a handful of sun In the pupils of the sky a piece He will come down from the peak The astral and eternal nomad In the brightness of a new day Touched by the wing of a gentle wind A sprig of myrtle withered Without leaving a trace... ...and becoming formless Back to his old ways I will be like you again Like on the first day and minute And then she had nirvana A view that no human eye has Without form, happiness and misery The look dead and empty deep That look, as if it were something He fell on me and dreams To the future, to distant space To ideas, and all new thoughts ...and now it´s complete Come to my side I beg And all that ever was His shadow, all he had Never call again They never will They come to me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Sailing on still water Keep the silent at night There the grave lies In the shadows of the waves Where sleep catches life Lies the grave of the fallen The sea caresses tranquility From the deep of sleep In weary summer the moonbeam goes For great darkness the mind is endless Wreaths are buried deep And the joy of a whole race Far away, the battlefields are flooded With blood, that is here to fade Over the peace reigns While there, history is made Above, my father rests in peace And over my son are gallows Incense and the dust to one With the rumble of distant drums This grave in which lies The tragic secret of an epic deed Will cradle the immortality of glory Where the spirit will search for its lead Buried In the Waves Of Time
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In the palm of my hand Within a dark grave Oppressed by a shameful grief Like a lead plate Not a clear day anywhere A sad malaise broke my love In life and dream When I was taken to the cemetery As once I did in my youth Screaming out of true pain White birches sad from old age These are the last dreams in the night When the maple trees are noisy blue Open like wounds in this desert Dripping with pus for a few days A dead day darkens the colours That's the life into which I've fallen From an innocent distance With starry eyes And with my tears that Shine unconsciously Without knowledge and will Unknown and ugly speech I didn't feel any better So I remained sad in the cradle Without knowledge and will I did not know that my blood Was flowing and flowing Now I am condemned To wear a form that quietly changes In a dream of beauty and night Silence so gentle Like the breath of revelation Buried with mourning a grief burial
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Sad and ominous Thoughts took me with them In the fields far away The landscape stands still Above the cloudy water Cold winds ruffle On an extinguished day The last flame fades No expanse from heaven above There are winding paths Between cemetery and gate Darkness covers the forest River, flowers and stone Here is a grave, the last rays Night, and you sleep A chapel stands next to them And the last fires went out I see a heavenly picture Of the torn strings The last chord sounds Let sadness shine from my face Her strange song laments painfully The desperate seek kind words She lifts him up to heaven And gives him her cloak... Darkness covers the forest River, flowers and stone Here is a grave The last rays, night, and you sleep In the land of twilight The scent of their breath Wafts through the air Death takes hold of weary nature Spirits of the night rise From the vast forests And now it begins The reign of darkness is here Sad and ominous Thoughts took me with them In the fields far away The landscape stands still A chapel stands next to them And the last fires went out
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
It's night There is no goddess in a black cloak The souls are unholy In the darkest hour But what kind of voice On the dark wings of silentmidnight Like a roaring wave To roll on the open sea Slowly hissing as if it's dying It springs from the black earth He no longer hears my curse Many days, many years have passed Many bitter truths My chest trembles, I repent a lot Comforted with cold death I cannot see any good There is evil among them Misfortune travels under the hand And the lie is always there Dear mother life is bleak The souls are rising from the earth New cemeteries and centuries old Dead wind blows from the mountains Like the transience of things Heaven travels further Envy shakes hands with them Smell of the dead Death comes to me The stars are crying... The sky mourns... The earth is shaken for the last time
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The unlucky day dawned His first glance fell on misery In a quiet suburb her son passed away The mother untangled her grey hair And she screamed at him A man died today The screams reach to the sky Born dead...my son God...god is a lie Invented by our enemies When man is not man but the slave Of one who is not From whom I sought mercy When a man is worthless And they always told us everything She didn't give birth in a crib But in a bed of blood On a frozen january day They told us that we were slaves And our hearts were cut out without mercy And they tore at our strength It's the will of god Born dead...my son God...god is a lie Invented by our enemies When man is not man but the slave Of one who is not From whom I sought mercy When a man is worthless And they always told us everything A man died today; In vain, the mother tore out her grey hair And she beats on her chest Her son will never wake up She bathed him; And dressed him in black She buried him at midnight In her own garden And man's mother is sad Sitting there, beside the grave. . .
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The spirits of the night On black wings On wings of destruction Over the mountains they fly Voices of pain and infinity The wind beside the woods Shakes the darkness from the twig The sound can be heard from the dry reeds When he fills the field with black roses The river begins to fade and fade Dead leaves begin to fall on the path Like a black sigh It bursts out of the darkness In this endless night of suffering The whole skinless body trembles Forehead tired from labor and pain Soft, death passed with a hand The only song the only revelation Like a balad of a demon
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026