A Tragedy's Bitter End
Mot stedet hvor skjbner Motes for a do Faller sjeler fra himmelen Lik stjerner, som sno Her er ei plass for lyst eller glede Kanske ei heller for haplos vrede Pa sorglandets gresskledde skuldre jeg hviler Blant tallose steinminner utbrent og smiler Sorgbinderier av gratende kvister til minne om deg Kranser og barebuketter rodmer I lyset Av ditt svunnende asyn Jordsmonn sparkes Blomster dor Ting kan aldri Bli som for Galskapens favn drikker taren jeg feller Sa kjaert den holder om mitt tap Senger under favner av jord Hvori klokker ei lenger kimer Hvori livets makkspiste vert Har talt sine timer Her skulle de ei lenger Fa hvile I fred Om mine makeslose tramp Kunne hores dit ned Vanhandlede barn Frost er din sjel Her er din minnegave Hvor gravferden ender Og du festes ved jorden I ljamannens frodige have Vil sorgende I evighet danse
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
The soft refugee of sleep in which I seek shelter When life shines too brightly and rears it's mommoth head It scapes me this night of all Weary and wretched I could need the rest There are creatures waiting there Creatures like you that possess my mind But tonight you will dance alone And your sweet songs will be all for naught The door is bolted beyond belief with worries and fears The soul stands an all to eager guard For thou art but distant dreams And words that remain like traces of ancient memory My blood thunders and rushes Storming its boundaries Wanting to break free It becomes all that matters... The key to break all locks One could sleep forever Your hand is not for me to touch Still my yearning desire could pull ships aground
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Relieve the ache This endless craving for unattainable matters like love... A heartfelt smile Relighting of the fire that once burned ...Or just simple meaning Could I dull it all by removing feeling? What would it be like? And would the price be too high? A life for peace... Tears for still waters Oh sweet release come hither Drowning in desire for things that can not be So then, feed me morphia I let go of all Anything but the yearning that stings so relentless Better the dead numbness than whatever beauty melancholy may host Still it is with fear I lay down my swords
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
Words fall so weak So fragile Like swords of glass How I hurt Now Bolt my hands That no pain may grow from them Hold me Pain drowns in your arms To mourn is a virtue Mountainous waves Oh wielder of tortures Overflow in madness and in dark Seething under skin with boiling wounds unleashed That which kills the light and eats sunsets Can I spill for you the grieving? May I show you the splendour of dying? Autumn of life is not as beautiful As that I dreamt of Nor the winter As ruthless Ashes to coal Maketh my heart pour Hold me Pain drowns in your arms Give me souls peace Now that I die Burn if thou wilst Oh necrotic flower I rest and covet no longer The spirit flies Mouth the chant Mute and reeking Snow-like passing on What foul stench reels about you
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026
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Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 22, 2026