Lyrics of Aphel, die schwarze Schlange - Bethlehem

Aphel, die schwarze Schlange (original)

Das tote, dem Untergang geweihte Gestirn
entblѓ¶ѓt die allmѓ¤chtigen Schwingen
welche, vom Licht verbannt
in eisigem Grabe darliegen
Der in seinem Ich erstarrte Fels
folgt dem nѓ¤chtlichen Schrei
des totgeweihten Engels
und gebѓ¤rt die schwarze Schlange
in den Schoѓ des reinigenden Zerfalls
Die Hure mit den vergifteten Augen
von finst’rem Mondschein erhellt
ist wie keusche Blasphemie
inmitten tiefschwarzer See
Nur wenn steinerne Ketten geboren in
knѓ¶chernen Schrein
den Strom meiner animalischen Zweisamkeit zur
Quelle
der dunklen Macht erheben
Wird es die Losung sein
welche du vergaѓest
wie den Stuhl
den man eine geraume Zeit vermiѓt
The dead constellation, destined for the
downfall
uncovers the allmighty winnows
that lie in icy grave,
exiled by the light
The rock that’s stiffened in itself
follows the nocturnal cry
of the doomed angel
and gives birth to the black serpent
in the shoot of the cleansing decay
The whore with the poisoned eyes
that are lit by dark moonlight
is like chaste blasphemy
in the middle of a deepblack lake
Only when stone chains, born in the shrine made
of bone,
lift up the stream of my animalistic duality to
the source
of the dark power
It will be the password
that you forgot
like the chair
that has been missing for some time

(translation)

The dead, doomed star
bares the almighty wings
which, banished from the light
lying in an icy grave
The rock frozen in its ego
follow the night cry
of the doomed angel
and gives birth to the black snake
in the womb of cleansing decay
The whore with the poisoned eyes
illuminated by dark moonlight
is like chaste blasphemy
in the deep black sea
Only if stone chains born in
bony shrine
the flow of my animalistic togetherness
source
rise to the dark power
Will it be the solution?
which you forgot
like the chair
which one misses for a long time
The dead constellation, destined for the
down fall
uncovers the almighty winnows
that lie in icy grave,
exiled by the light
The rock that's stiffened in itself
follows the nocturnal cry
of the doomed angel
and gives birth to the black serpent
in the shoot of the cleansing decay
The whore with the poisoned eyes
that are lit by dark moonlight
is like chaste blasphemy
in the middle of a deep black lake
Only when stone chains, born in the shrine made
of bone,
lift up the stream of my animalistic duality to
the source
of the dark power
It will be the password
that you forgot
like the chair
that has been missing for some time