Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Totalt Sjelelig Bankerott, artist - Koldbrann. Album song Vertigo, in the genre
Date of issue: 21.01.2013
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: Norwegian
Totalt Sjelelig Bankerott(original) |
Uhellig blodstyrtning |
Uttømte rennesteinsengler |
Illusjonens tynne ferniss |
Revner for sølvbladet |
Huløyd, med nervene utenpå |
Tomme ord likt de døendes ralling |
Sunket til eksistensens lavmål |
Ingen redning fra åndens forlis |
Bærer av det tapte ansikt |
Innsirklet, i desperasjonens vold |
Ingen stengsler imellom |
Ingen tøyler tilbake |
I ett og alt |
Totalt Sjelelig Bankerott |
La oss rive ned alt vi bygde opp |
Og ta de andre med i fallet |
La oss forlate det det vi holdt av |
Og aldri se oss tilbake |
Med besk, vansiret kjærlighet |
Er alt jeg har å tilby min elende |
…Så la oss rive ned alt vi bygde opp |
Og ta de andre med i fallet |
Konvensjoner til helvete |
Uten hasard, ingen vinning |
Gjengjeld deres halsløse gjerning |
Summarisk og resolutt |
Når det røyner på |
Gi av deg selv til siste trevl |
Kjør på med satsen i blodet |
Og Fandenivoldsk antipati |
På lånt tid, din anger er fåfengt |
Avsky, sett fyr på en gjennområtten sjel |
Mei ned hver hindring i din vei |
Vis dem den ytterste konsekvens |
Fullstendig faens følelseskald |
Å gi fingeren til livet |
Er veien til den svarteste rus |
Det er ikke noe mer å hente |
Det som var er fortapt |
Og vi er |
Totalt Sjelelig Bankerott |
English |
Unholy hemoptysis |
Drained gutter angels |
Illusion’s thin varnish |
Lacerated by the silver blade |
Hollow-eyed, with nerves on the outside |
Empty words, as the rattle of the dying |
Sunken to rock bottom of existence |
No rescue from the spirit’s loss |
Carrier of the lost face |
Encircled, in the clutches of desperation |
No barrier inbetween |
No restraints left |
In all and everything |
Totally Spiritually Bankrupt |
Let’s tear down all that we built up |
And take the others with us in the fall |
Let’s leave behind all that we cared for |
And never look back |
With bitter, mutilated love |
Is all I have to offer my misery |
…So let’s tear down all that we built up |
And take the others with us in the fall |
Conventions to hell |
Without hazard, there is no winning |
Retaliate their reckless deeds |
Summarily and resolutely |
When reality catches up |
Give of yourself to the last shred |
Carry on with rotgut in the veins |
And Breakneck antipathy |
On borrowed time, your remorse is futile |
Abhorrence, set fire to an all rotten soul |
Mow down each hindrance in your path |
Show’em the ultimate consequence |
Utterly fucking stone cold |
Giving life the finger |
Is the way to the blackest intoxication |
There is nothing more to be gained |
What once was, is forever lost |
And we are |
Totally Spiritually Bankrupt |
(translation) |
Unholy hemorrhage |
Exhausted gutter angels |
The thin varnish of illusion |
Cracks for the silver leaf |
Hollow-eyed, with the nerves on the outside |
Empty words like the rallies of the dying |
Sunken to the lows of existence |
No salvation from the sinking of the spirit |
Bearer of the lost face |
Circled, in the violence of desperation |
No barriers in between |
No reins left |
In one and all |
Total Mental Bankruptcy |
Let's tear down everything we built |
And take the others with you in the fall |
Let's leave it what we loved |
And never look back |
With bitter, disfigured love |
Is all I have to offer my misery |
… So let's tear down everything we built |
And take the others with you in the fall |
Conventions to hell |
No chance, no winnings |
In return for their reckless deed |
Summary and resolute |
When it rains |
Give of yourself to the last thread |
Drive on with the rate in the blood |
And Fandenivoldsk antipati |
On borrowed time, your remorse is vain |
Disgust, set fire to a rotten soul |
Move down every obstacle in your path |
Show them the ultimate consequence |
Completely fucking emotional cold |
To give the finger to life |
Is the road to the blackest intoxication |
There is nothing more to pick up |
What was was lost |
And we are |
Total Mental Bankruptcy |
English |
Unholy hemoptysis |
Drained boys angels |
Illusion’s thin varnish |
Lacerated by the silver blade |
Hollow-eyed, with nerves on the outside |
Empty words, as the rattle of the dying |
Sunken to rock bottom of existence |
No rescue from the spirit’s loss |
Carrier of the lost face |
Encircled, in the clutches of desperation |
No barrier inbetween |
No restraints left |
In all and everything |
Totally Spiritually Bankrupt |
Let’s tear down all that we built up |
And take the others with us in the fall |
Let’s leave behind all that we cared for |
And never look back |
With bitter, mutilated love |
Is all I have to offer my misery |
… So let’s tear down all that we built up |
And take the others with us in the fall |
Conventions to hell |
Without hazard, there is no winning |
Retaliate their reckless deeds |
Summarily and resolutely |
When reality catches up |
Give of yourself to the last shred |
Carry on with rotgut in the veins |
And Breakneck antipathy |
On borrowed time, your remorse is futile |
Abhorrence, set fire to an all rotten soul |
Mow down each hindrance in your path |
Show’em the ultimate consequence |
Utterly fucking stone cold |
Giving life the finger |
Is the way to the blackest intoxication |
There is nothing more to be gained |
What once was, is forever lost |
And we are |
Totally Spiritually Bankrupt |