Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tränen des bacchus, artist - Imperium Dekadenz. Album song Meadows of Nostalgia, in the genre
Date of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: Deutsch
Tränen des bacchus(original) |
Bacchus, Bacchus, Bacchus! |
Die Sonne sinkt und der Gott des Weinens flüstert leise |
Doch ein Schreien wird es vollends sein |
Ein inner Grollen trägt mich rasch |
Zu dem Tor der wilden Dunkelheit |
Das Diesseits nur die Fesseln kennt |
Das Diesseits nur die Fesseln kennt |
Die man nun füllt mit Bacchus Tränen |
Wurden der Tränen viel vergossen |
Weiß nur der kalte Winterwind |
Der den Heimweg eisig greift |
Wie die Wut zu stillen ist |
Schweigend schreitend. |
Durch die Nacht |
Durch Stille kalte Nebel |
Erfüllt von einzigartiger Einsamkeit |
Das wahre Ich hat mich nun wieder |
Das keine Fesseln kennt |
Das keine Fesseln kennt |
Nun durchschreite ich das Tor |
Bacchus, Bacchus, Bacchus! |
The sun sets and the god of wine whispers softly |
But at the end there will be screaming |
An inner rage takes me suddenly |
To the threshold of a wild inscrutability |
That on this side only knows bondage |
That on this side only knows bondage |
The take flows now, with Bacchus tears |
When many tears have spilled |
Only the cold winter wind knows |
He who envelops my icy homeward path |
How to calm the fury |
Quietly striding, through the night |
Through silent, cold mist |
Complete with a singular loneliness |
The true self has found me again |
That know no bounds |
That know no bounds |
Now I step across the threshold |
(translation) |
Bacchus, Bacchus, Bacchus! |
The sun sets and the god of weeping whispers softly |
But it will be a scream completely |
An inner rumbling carries me quickly |
To the gate of wild darkness |
This world only knows the shackles |
This world only knows the shackles |
Which one now fills with Bacchus tears |
Many tears were shed |
Only the cold winter wind knows |
Who icy grips the way home |
How to calm the anger |
striding in silence. |
Through the night |
Through stillness cold mists |
Filled with unique solitude |
The real me has me back now |
That knows no shackles |
That knows no shackles |
Now I walk through the gate |
Bacchus, Bacchus, Bacchus! |
The sun sets and the god of wine whispers softly |
But at the end there will be screaming |
An inner rage takes me suddenly |
To the threshold of a wild inscrutability |
That on this side only knows bondage |
That on this side only knows bondage |
The take flows now, with Bacchus tears |
When many tears have spilled |
Only the cold winter wind knows |
He who envelops my icy homeward path |
How to calm the fury |
Quietly striding, through the night |
Through silent, cold mist |
Complete with a singular loneliness |
The true self has found me against |
That know no bounds |
That know no bounds |
Now I step across the threshold |