| Song | Todeswunsch |
| Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
| Album | Todeswunsch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| Chill is dripping silently, | |
| I am drowning in myself. | |
| My hope has left me alone and barren, | |
| my grave - the only loving place. | |
| I hate my own loathsome smell, | |
| this stench and old-age and maledorous fear. | |
| How I hate each mortal cell that is rottingly | |
| existing deep inside of me... | |
| I cannot bear the sun so I close me eyes, | |
| it is the perfect day to end this wretched life. | |
| Give me the reason to life so that 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 behind my back. | |
| Save me from their poisoned locks | |
| harassing like daggers through my neck... | |
| Here, where it's like hell to exist | |
| only Death can bring salvation. | |
| Please, release me from my 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, | |
| 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 gisguised... | |
| 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, sweet suicide | |
| my unclean soul, I know no light... |
| zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| Chill is dripping silently, | |
| I am drowning in myself. | |
| My hope has left me alone and barren, | |
| my grave the only loving place. | |
| I hate my own loathsome smell, | |
| this stench and oldage and maledorous fear. | |
| How I hate each mortal cell that is rottingly | |
| existing deep inside of me... | |
| I cannot bear the sun so I close me eyes, | |
| it is the perfect day to end this wretched life. | |
| Give me the reason to life so that 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 behind my back. | |
| Save me from their poisoned locks | |
| harassing like daggers through my neck... | |
| Here, where it' s like hell to exist | |
| only Death can bring salvation. | |
| Please, release me from my 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, | |
| in this godforsaken 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 gisguised... | |
| Suicide, sweet suicide | |
| deepest darkness veils my eyes... | |
| Suicide, sweet suicide | |
| jetblack darkness clouds my mind... | |
| Suicide, sweet suicide | |
| Deepest darkness in my heart... | |
| Suicide, sweet suicide | |
| my unclean soul, I know no light... |
| zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| Chill is dripping silently, | |
| I am drowning in myself. | |
| My hope has left me alone and barren, | |
| my grave the only loving place. | |
| I hate my own loathsome smell, | |
| this stench and oldage and maledorous fear. | |
| How I hate each mortal cell that is rottingly | |
| existing deep inside of me... | |
| I cannot bear the sun so I close me eyes, | |
| it is the perfect day to end this wretched life. | |
| Give me the reason to life so that 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 behind my back. | |
| Save me from their poisoned locks | |
| harassing like daggers through my neck... | |
| Here, where it' s like hell to exist | |
| only Death can bring salvation. | |
| Please, release me from my 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, | |
| in this godforsaken 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 gisguised... | |
| Suicide, sweet suicide | |
| deepest darkness veils my eyes... | |
| Suicide, sweet suicide | |
| jetblack darkness clouds my mind... | |
| Suicide, sweet suicide | |
| Deepest darkness in my heart... | |
| Suicide, sweet suicide | |
| my unclean soul, I know no light... |