| Minnenes ekko stiller timen
| The echo of memories sets the hour
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| Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra
| The gag in the chains of melancholy I fall off
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| Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker
| No longer will I be bolted to the anchor of melancholy
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| Men endelig få lengselens slukket — Etter å dra
| But finally get the longing off - After leaving
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| Drakk jeg for meget av livshåpets krus
| I drank too much of the mug of hope for life
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| Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt
| I took the vanity of joy for granted
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| For min strid mot tomhetens smerte — Denne dødsangstens rus
| For my struggle against the pain of emptiness - The intoxication of this fear of death
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| Er det eneste ene igjen — Som er mitt
| Is the only one left - Which is mine
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| I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
| In my loneliness I still know
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| At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
| That I have no one to thank but myself
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| Derfor er jeg rolig når
| That's why I'm calm when
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| Repet strammer rundt min nakke
| The rope tightens around my neck
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| Stumme viner kan ei gi trøst
| Mute wines can not give comfort
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| Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte
| An ordinary person in the grave choir's congregation will never understand
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| Det landet av fortapelse
| That land of perdition
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| Jeg egenhendig skapte
| I created with my own hands
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| Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler
| This intense attraction to the portals of death
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| (Har jeg som) En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir
| (Do I have that) A wandering study in weeping messe-noir
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| Behersket siden tidens morgen
| Mastered since the dawn of time
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| Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket — Var sorgen | But something I never let go of - was the grief |