Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song IntroVertigo , by - Koldbrann. Song from the album Vertigo, in the genre Release date: 21.01.2013
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: Norwegian
IntroVertigo(original) |
| En lukket sirkel… |
| Kabinett av innestengte redsler |
| Eutanasiens regime bak jernslåtte dører |
| Uten fornemmelse for perspektiv og retning |
| Altseende fasetter merker mine skritt |
| Når Jernnatten senker seg over |
| Og alle veier fører til tomrom |
| Når hver døde vinkel skjuler en fiende |
| Og de lammede skarer griper til vanmakt |
| Fra bevegerens skueplass |
| Gjort til gjenstand |
| For sadistisk, kjølig betraktning |
| Skrinne sjeler, den iscenesatte virkelighet |
| På vent for det siste teppefall |
| Livets diametrale motsats |
| Står for meg klart, som i en åpenbaring |
| Sprunget ut fra en indre singularitet |
| Morderisk og Briljant |
| Når stengslene brytes, og hånden tar over viljen |
| Og kniven kjører seg fast i ditt liv |
| Når jeg ser Dødskampen i dine øyne |
| Er vi ikke lenger fremmede, du og jeg |
| English |
| A closed circle… |
| Cabinet of confined fears |
| Regime of Euthanasia behind iron barred doors |
| Without sense for perspective and direction |
| All-seing facets are tracing my steps |
| When the Iron Night falls over |
| And all roads lead to void |
| When each dead angle conceals an enemy |
| And the paralysed flocks grasp for despair |
| From the prime mover’s theatre |
| Subjected to |
| Sadistic, cold analysis |
| Shallow souls, the staged reality |
| On hold till the final curtain falls |
| The diametrical opposite of life |
| Stands clear to me, as in a revelation |
| Sprung out from an inner singularity |
| Murderous and Brilliant |
| When the barricades breach |
| As the hand takes over the will |
| And the knife jams into your life |
| When I see the Death Struggle in your eyes |
| Are we no longer strangers, you and I |
| (translation) |
| A closed circle… |
| Cabinet of trapped horrors |
| The euthanasia regime behind iron-clad doors |
| Without a sense of perspective and direction |
| All-seeing facets mark my steps |
| When Iron Night sinks over |
| And all roads lead to emptiness |
| When each dead angle hides an enemy |
| And the paralyzed crowds resort to powerlessness |
| From the mover's scene |
| Made the subject |
| For sadistic, cool consideration |
| Shrine souls, the staged reality |
| Waiting for the last carpet fall |
| The diametrical opposite of life |
| Stands clear to me, as in a revelation |
| Jumped from an inner singularity |
| Murderous and Brilliant |
| When the fences are broken and the hand takes over the will |
| And the knife gets stuck in your life |
| When I see the Battle of Death in your eyes |
| Are we no longer strangers, you and I. |
| English |
| A closed circle… |
| Cabinet of confined fears |
| Regime of Euthanasia behind iron barred doors |
| Without sense for perspective and direction |
| All-seing facets are tracing my steps |
| When the Iron Night falls over |
| And all roads lead to void |
| When each dead angle conceals an enemy |
| And the paralyzed flocks grasp for despair |
| From the prime mover’s theater |
| Subjected to |
| Sadistic, cold analysis |
| Shallow souls, the staged reality |
| On hold till the final curtain falls |
| The diametrical opposite of life |
| Stands clear to me, as in a revelation |
| Jump out of an inner singularity |
| Murderous and Brilliant |
| When the barricades breach |
| As the hand takes over the will |
| And the knife jams into your life |
| When I see the Death Struggle in your eyes |
| Are we no longer strangers, you and I |