Vredesbyrd Übersetzung

von Dimmu borgir

Vredesbyrd : testimony of wrath

Rise up
Let us contest
The thought from our land
And work
On cursed land
A family of pain

For then to burden
The mercyfulls bosom
Who have faith in
The soulless' bread

For the faith you possess
Is nothing more than distaste and arrogance
And your search for knowledge
Is a flood of mockery and desecration

The pain in my heart is not thirst
For heavenly body

Nor is it the search for angelic power
It the fire and it burns
It's only that you
Hide it

Take part in the shaddow of guilt
Please your soul with the wonder of sin
For where would you be
When the light is gone
But death come not
With our messenger
Echoes from the nobles heritage
Will redeem meet the final corruption

Bring judgement over other than you own head
There you hide shame in praise
You shall then taste the fruit
Of your own passing demise

As a flock of hells origin
And keepers of the contempts son
We parry their cunning with the power of disgust
With the proof of our heavy burden
Their minds have difficult to breathe
Spoiled without power