Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Whisper Underneath The Bark Of Old Trees, artist - Nargaroth. Album song Spectral Visions of Mental Warfare, in the genre
Date of issue: 25.03.2011
Record label: Inter Arma
Song language: Deutsch
A Whisper Underneath The Bark Of Old Trees(original) |
I found no solution |
In the truth |
That my madness can be cured |
I found no wisdom |
In the songs |
The elders sung to me |
I stared through diamonds |
Oh so cold |
Saw young beauty grow old |
Bleeding promises renewed with old lies |
In the glare of |
Burning skies |
Kann ich denn, kann ich denn anders? |
Habe ich denn nicht dieses Verfluchte in |
mir? |
Das Feuer, die Stimme, die Qual |
Immer, immer muß ich durch Straßen gehen. |
Und immer spür ich, da ist einer |
hinter mir her  das bin ich selber. |
Es verfolgt mich. |
Lautlos. |
Aber ich hör' |
es doch. |
Ja, manchmal ist mir, als ob ich selber hinter mir her liefe. |
Ich will davon, vor mir selber davon laufen. |
Aber ich kann nicht. |
Kann mir nicht entkommen. |
Muss, muss den Weg gehen, den es mich jagt. |
Muss rennen, rennen  endlose Straßen. |
Ich will weg, ich will weg! |
Und mit mir rennen die Gespenster von Müttern, von Kindern. |
Die gehn nie mehr |
weg. |
Die sind immer da! |
Immer! |
Immer! |
Immer! |
Nur nicht wenn ich’s tue |
Dann, dann stehe ich vor einem Plakat und lese was ich getan habe und lese und |
lese… Das habe ich getan? |
Aber ich weiß doch von gar nichts. |
Aber wer glaubt |
mir denn? |
Wer weiß denn wie es in mir aussieht? |
Wie es schreit und brüllt da |
innen. |
Wie ich’s tun muß! |
Will nicht  muß! |
Will nicht  muß! |
Und dann schreit |
eine Stimme und ich kann es nicht mehr hören. |
Hilfe! |
Ich kann nicht, |
ich kann nicht, ich kann nicht, ich kann nicht… |
I raged through the jungle |
And died in the trees |
To dwell in the rivers |
Which flow to the seas |
What if this madness |
Seems to be |
Nothing else but my real me |
(translation) |
I found no solution |
In the truth |
That my madness can be cured |
I found no wisdom |
In the songs |
The elders sung to me |
I stared through diamonds |
Oh so cold |
Saw young beauty grow old |
Bleeding promises renewed with old lies |
In the glare of |
Burning skies |
Can I, can I be different? |
Don't I have this damn thing in me? |
to me? |
The fire, the voice, the agony |
Always, always I have to walk through streets. |
And I always feel there is one |
behind me - that's me. |
It haunts me. |
silent. |
But I hear |
it is. |
Yes, sometimes I feel like I'm chasing after myself. |
I want to run away from myself. |
But I can not. |
I can't escape |
Gotta gotta go the way it chases me |
Gotta run, run  endless roads. |
I want to go, I want to go! |
And the ghosts of mothers and children run with me. |
They'll never go again |
away. |
They are always there! |
Always! |
Always! |
Always! |
Just not when I do it |
Then, then I stand in front of a poster and read what I've done and read and |
read… did I do that? |
But I don't know anything. |
But who believes |
me? |
Who knows what it looks like inside me? |
How it screams and roars there |
Inside. |
How I must do it! |
Don't want  have to! |
Don't want  have to! |
And then screams |
a voice and I can't hear it anymore. |
Help! |
I can not, |
I can't, I can't, I can't... |
I raged through the jungle |
And died in the trees |
To dwell in the rivers |
Which flow to the seas |
What if this madness |
Seems to be |
Nothing else but my real me |