Lyrics of Sorgens kammer, del II - Dimmu Borgir

Sorgens kammer, del II (original)

Minnenes ekko stiller timen
Kneblet i tungsinnets lenker faller jeg ifra
Ikke lenger vil jeg være boltet fast i vemodighetens anker
Men endelig få lengselens slukket — Etter å dra
Drakk jeg for meget av livshåpets krus
Tok jeg gledens forfengelighet for gitt
For min strid mot tomhetens smerte — Denne dødsangstens rus
Er det eneste ene igjen — Som er mitt
I min ensomhet vet jeg likevel
At jeg ikke har noen andre å takke enn meg selv
Derfor er jeg rolig når
Repet strammer rundt min nakke
Stumme viner kan ei gi trøst
Menigmann i gravkorets forsamling vil aldri fatte
Det landet av fortapelse
Jeg egenhendig skapte
Denne intense dragning mot dødens portaler
(Har jeg som) En vandrende studie i gråtkvalt messe-noir
Behersket siden tidens morgen
Men noe jeg aldri lot slippe taket — Var sorgen
The echoes of silence sets the hour
Gagged in the chains of «depression», I fall away
No more I will be bolted fast in the anchor of «melancholy»
But finally get my longing «fulfilled" — for leaving
Did I drink too much from the goblet of «lifehope»?
Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?
For my battle against the pain of emptiness — this intoxication of the angst of
death
Is all that is left… that is mine
In my loneliness I still know
That I have none to thank but myself
This is why I remain calm
As the rope is tightening around my neck
Silent witnesses can not give comfort
The ordinary man in the assembly of the «gravechoir»
Tha land of perdition
I created by my own hands
This intense attraction to the portals of death
(I have as) A wandering study of tearful black mass
Controlled since the dawning of time
But something I never would let go.
was the sorrow

(translation)

The echo of memories sets the hour
The gag in the chains of melancholy I fall off
No longer will I be bolted to the anchor of melancholy
But finally get the longing off - After leaving
I drank too much of the mug of hope for life
I took the vanity of joy for granted
For my struggle against the pain of emptiness - The intoxication of this fear of death
Is the only one left - Which is mine
In my loneliness I still know
That I have no one to thank but myself
That's why I'm calm when
The rope tightens around my neck
Mute wines can not give comfort
An ordinary person in the grave choir's congregation will never understand
That land of perdition
I created with my own hands
This intense attraction to the portals of death
(Do I have that) A wandering study in weeping messe-noir
Mastered since the dawn of time
But something I never let go of - was the grief
The echoes of silence sets the hour
Gagged in the chains of «depression», I fall away
No more I will be bolted fast in the anchor of «melancholy»
But finally get my longing «fulfilled" - for leaving
Did I drink too much from the goblet of «lifehope»?
Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?
For my battle against the pain of emptiness - this intoxication of the anxiety of
death
Is all that is left… that is mine
In my loneliness I still know
That I have none to thank but myself
This is why I remain calm
As the rope is tightening around my neck
Silent witnesses can not provide comfort
The ordinary man in the assembly of the «gravechoir»
Tha land of perdition
I created by my own hands
This intense attraction to the portals of death
(I have as) A wandering study of tearful black mass
Controlled since the dawning of time
But something I never would let go.
was the sorrow