Lyrics of Von Scherbengestalten und Regenspaziergang - Nargaroth

Von Scherbengestalten und Regenspaziergang (original)

Blutend und gehllt in Lumpen,
Die einst war’n mein Kampfgewand,
Schleppe ich mich ber Leiber,
Die in Scherben ich vorfand.
Die Scherben schneiden tiefe Wunden.
Strafen meinen Hochmut tief.
Und es geieln mich die Geister,
Die ich in finstren Zeiten rief.
Ich wollt' nicht hren jene Stimmen,
Die mich einst vor mir gewarnt.
Jetzt mu ich mein Schicksal leiden,
Und will kein Gott der mir erbarmt.
Ich bin nicht mehr der blind — naive
Junge der an Honig glaubt.
Der kstlich schmeckt wenn man vergit,
Da man ihn zuvor geraubt.
Doch nun zieh' ich’s vor zu schweigen,
Da Du lauschst nun meinen Weg.
Den ich in Melodien geschrieben,
Damit auch du ihn gehst.
Weint fr mich der Regen?
Weint fr mich ein Gott?
Wann am Ende meines Weges, wartet mein Schafott?
Ihr hrt mich niemals klagen!
Ihr hrt mich niemals schrei’n!
Denn von den 1000 Scherben werde ich die grte sein!
Bloody and encased in rags,
These were once my armor,
I drag myself over the bodies
Which I found in shards.
The shards cut deep wounds,
They punish my selfish pride.
And the ghosts haunt me,
Whom I called in dismal times.
I didn’t want to hear the voices,
Who once warned me of myself.
Now I must suffer with my fate,
And I don’t want a merciful god
I am no longer the blind-naive
Boy that believes in honey.
Which is delicious when forget,
That he got stolen before
Yet now I prefer to be silent
That you listen to my path,
Which I wrote in melodies,
So that you’ll go the same way.
Is the

(translation)

bleeding and wrapped in rags,
They were once my battle robes,
I drag myself over bodies,
Which I found in pieces.
The shards cut deep wounds.
punish my pride deeply.
And I like the ghosts
whom I called in dark times.
I didn't want to hear those voices
Who once warned me about myself.
Now I have to suffer my fate
And I don't want a god who has mercy on me.
I am no longer the blind — naive
Boy who believes in honey.
That tastes delicious when you forget
Since he was previously stolen.
But now I prefer to keep quiet
Since you are now listening to my way.
which I wrote in melodies,
So that you too can go.
Is the rain crying for me?
Does a god weep for me?
When at the end of my way my scaffold awaits?
You never hear me lament!
You never hear me scream!
Because of the 1000 shards I will be the biggest!
Bloody and encased in rags,
These were once my armour,
I drag myself over the bodies
Which I found in shards.
The shards cut deep wounds,
They punish my selfish pride.
And the ghosts haunt me,
Whom I called in dismal times.
I didn't want to hear the voices,
Who once warned me of myself.
Now I must suffer with my fate,
And I don't want a merciful god
I am no longer the blind-naive
Boy that believes in honey.
Which is delicious when forget,
That he got stolen before
Yet now I prefer to be silent
That you listen to my path,
Which I wrote in melodies,
So that you'll go the same way.
Is the