Sopor aeternus dendiğinde yalnızca tek bir isim gelir bilenin aklına anna varney...Kendisi ne idüğü belirsiz bir cinseyete sahip olan bu şirin insan şarkıların söz,müzik her bir şeyini kendi yapmaktadır...Tek kişilik ordu denebilir bi nevi...Yazıyor,besteliyor,söylüyor,al et edevatı çalıyor ne diim daha
-Bazı Albümleri-
1993
1995 todeswunsch
1995 ehieh ascher ehieh
1997 the inexperienced spiral traveller
1997 voyager-the jugglers of jusa
1999 ich töte mich jedesmal aufs neue
1999 Dead lovers sarabande face one
1999 Dead lovers sarabande face two
2000 Songs from the inverted womb
2003 Es reiten die toten so schnell
-Bir Kaç Şarkı Sözü- Albüm:Sopor Aeternus (1993) Birth - Fiendish Figuration
Exposed with hands as empty
as the opposite space,
crawling we move
to where the final station lies,
to whom is the debt
that we are forced to pay...?
Real forces dare to appear only
when we turn away,
truth reveals itself
Reveal yourself!
A face ordained to hypocrites,
we know the masks,
their artificial smiles,
"Mind's black eyes should break the lies!"
Distorted pictures are all
transparent to us,
phantasmagoria... such a useful weapon,
ineffectual against us, enemies,
with the knowledge of truth...
...truth makes me sick,
what a wretched play!
Paralyezed by flesh and bones,
condemned to vegetate,
condemned to stay alone
Helplessy we are escaping,
we're dinging to..
. stranded ashore,
"Oh, beloved infamous side!"
Our distress in perfections,
trials and tribulation,
preferring our pain,
we'll stay and die...
2. Tanz Der Grausamkeit
Tongue of silence, lick my lips,
steal my thoughts, steal my pride.
My soul lies offered as I'm waiting,
intoxicate me when you step inside...
Hold my hands, my hands are trembling,
your charming beauty takes my breath,
fragrant perfumes veil my senses,
hold my hands sweet tormentress.
Out of darkness we call came from,
flight from darkness is in vain,
I am the banquet, I am delicious.
Into darkness we'll fall back again.
Meister des Mordes, nimm meine Augen,
an diesem Ort kann ich nicht sein.
Strecke mich nieder, zerschlage mein Haupt,
Meister des Mordes, schenke mir den Tod...
Meister des Mordes, erhære mein Flehen,
beende die Leiden, nimm den Schmerz von mir.
–ffne die Tore, es ist fìr mich Zeit.
Meister des Mordes, dieser Tanz ist Grausamkeit...
Meister des Mordes, nimm meine Augen,
gefangen im Fleische, erb¤rmlich und alt.
Fìhre mich fort in die Dunkelheit,
Vater meiner Seele, dieser Tanz iest Grausamkeit.
Vater meiner Seele, reiŸ mich in den Tod...
...Es tut mir leid.
<A name=3>3. Time Stand Still
That little mountain raises (silently)
while other dissolve into a plain
time redefines itself (irrationally)
and falls in sadness grain by grain...
"Time heals all the wounds"
The two-tongued echo seems to say
but nothing, nothing changes
still pain remains, won't pass away.
I went weak, as I grew old
and time itself has made me slow
and as I close my hand in darkness
a thousand seasons come and go...
Mighty enought to cover all
and also cruel enough to reveal
but the wounds and scars I carry
neither force nor kiss can heal...
No, Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
spitefully turns away and laughts
leaves you half-broken and defiance
is only added another scar...
Call it "blind" how I am writhing
counting hours, centuries
the pain it grows and glows in tides
unable to vanish, unwilling to cease...
No, Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
pushes 'till we're diping into different flesh
time heals nothing, nothing, nothing
just a polarity of inner flames...
Time's finger claw, I'm losing hold
there is no hope for me on earth
Time either still or maybe rushing
in any case it will turn out worse...
Time is fleeting, Time stands still
it stops for no-one, and we're trapped within
thought I may dream of the Light
I am falling back into the left-hand side...
How I wish that I was dead
and rest in final peace
but even the Luxury of Death
can't cure the wounds Time cannot heal...
<A name=4>4. Do You Know My Name?
I shattered all the mirrors
fearfully hoping
that they won't be able to remember
my face.
Darkest of all lights
most greedy to embrace
surrounded by demons
and breathing in life...
"I don't want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord...
thought His hand I am
I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word..."
Between the tides the time seems endlessly
the force of habit or whatever
pulled me back into a well-known pain.
What uses the knowledge of my progression
when the old world is gone
without a new in sight, with my new found life
I am homeless again...
"I don't want to be
a perverted temple of my Lord...
thought His hand I am
I have forgotten how to bear or understand His word..."
I am falling down
back to the lowest spheres... Do you know my name?
Did you answer
I just cannot hear... album: "Todeswunsch" (1995) Flesh Crucifix
Mors voluntaria venerabilis es dea me suaviari cum labris frigorum tu obscurissima omnes deorum...
2. Die Bruderschaft Des Schmerzes
By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only, where an Eidolon named "Night", on a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly, from an ultimate dim Thule. from a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of space, out of time. Bottomless wales and boundless floods, and chasms and caves, and titan woods, with forms that no man can discover for the tears that drip all over, Mountains topling evermore into seas without a shore seas that restlessly aspire, surging into skies of fire. Lakes that endlessly outspread their lone waters, lone and dead. Their still waters, still and chilly with the snows of the lolling lilly.
By the lakes that thus outspread their lone water, lone and dead. Their sad waters, sad and chilly with the snows of the lolling lilly, by the mountains, near the river murmuring slowly, murmuring ever - by the grey woods, by the swamp where the toad and the newt encamp, by the dismal tarns and pools where dwell the Ghouls, by each spot that most unholy, in each nook most melancholy, there the traveller meets, aghast, sheeted memories of the past, shrouded forms that start and sigh as they pass the wanderer by, white-robed forms of friends long given, in agony, to Earth and Heaven. For the heart whose woes are legion this is peaceful, soothing region, for the spirit that walks in shadows this is, oh, this is Eldorado! Bid the traveller, travelling through it, may not dare not opening view it never its mysteries are exposed to the weak human eye unclosed, so will its King who hath forbid the uplifting of the frigid lid, and thus the sad soul that here passes beholds it but through darkened glasses. By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only, where an Eidolon, named "Night", on a black throne reigns upright, I have wandered home but newly from an ultimate dim Thule. Dreamland...
<A name=3>3. Shadowsphere
This is a sad day here in the world of shades but even pain has its own beauty even pain can perform a lovely face. Blinding stream, double-edged, in an extra-terrestrial gloom, beautiful creation of steel grown in my barren womb... They way into the light will separate me from my flesh, myriads in their birth-giving red swimming forcefully through-out space. This darkest space is wide and the mountain is still so high, fly up my black little eyes and cross the frontiers that dare to define my life... No space too vast and surely no place too far, the groping sister feels that her eyes must be somewhere alive. So she is afraid of all the dwellers of the dark in their blindness they will never understand the tempting gift of sight. This place is cold, blindly she can feel the dead wind caressing the rocks from high above they come way down, these angels kissing our undead bodies to stone...
<A name=4>4. Shadowsphere (II)
Black wall eat up my life and suffocate, This is a sad day in the Shadosphere... Two suns are dancing cruelly in the dark, Forcefully swimming through-out this space....
<A name=5>5. Saltatio Crudelitatis (Der Tanz Der Grausamkeit)
Tongue of silence, lick my lips, steal my thoughts, steal my pride. My soul lies offered as I'm waiting, intoxicate me when you step inside... Hold my hands, my hands are trembling, your charming beauty takes my breath, fragrant perfumes veil my senses, hold my hands sweet tormentress. Out of darkness we call came from, flight from darkness is in vain, I am the banquet, I am delicious. Into darkness we'll fall back again. Meister des Mordes, nimm meine Augen, an diesem Ort kann ich nicht sein. Strecke mich nieder, zerschlage mein Haupt, Meister des Mordes, schenke mir den Tod... Meister des Mordes, erhære mein Flehen, beende die Leiden, nimm den Schmerz von mir. –ffne die Tore, es ist fìr mich Zeit. Meister des Mordes, dieser Tanz ist Grausamkeit... Meister des Mordes, nimm meine Augen, gefangen im Fleische, erb¤rmlich und alt. Fìhre mich fort in die Dunkelheit, Vater meiner Seele, dieser Tanz iest Grausamkeit. Vater meiner Seele, reiŸ mich in den Tod... ...Es tut mir leid.
<A name=6>6. Soror Sui Excidium
"Step into my thought, blades sharp and long !" While I dared to gaze inside myself and caught a glimpse of what... yes, perform your own destruction and I feel the same delight share the wish to die. Spiritualized this "Death is a mental state". still anguish is his name. Fill me up with your chill, alone in my emptiness, gratefully I'll receive your pain. Unworthy to some light I long to embrace you fire. I'll be the tomb where you spread your seed and along with your blosson I shall expire... Leave me alone, can't you leave me alone, the unclean presence of flesh, I just cannot bear ! A ballet, well balanced, between pain and foregiveness it won't collide and if I'm crushed by I do not care, I do no longer care... No-one will ever recognize my fall and if someone accidentially did, he wouldn't waste a thought, No, would not spare a single thought. I cannot think of a reason why I should remain, only their "faces" might alter but my desperation will stay the same... (it even increases with time...) The barriers of the gate have simply desoved within my tears, the Lord of the Dark Side though shapeless, he waits for my... "Behold, my beloved, I'll always belong to thee". I died for you, for you I'll die, together in a realm of the infinite night, I died for you, and for you I will die, blessed be those that dwell in your light... Hand in hand in hand in hand, lifeless I can finally understand Embraced to intimately, beloved Sister of Selfdestruction. YOU ARE INSIDE OF ME...
<A name=7>7. The Devil's Instrument
Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threads transforming us cruelly into marionettes. Everything I feel is pain and the Devil holds us in his hands. Buried desperately in my chest a rose for myself and a rose for the dead. A serenade of tears, lifelessly we feel the beat, though no orchestra is there to be seen... I am you, I am you - you are me, what I am, what are you - who are we ? What is truth and what is lie, who are you and what am I? In a cradle of mercy we are sleeping the half-sleep of oblivion. No holy water could wash away our faults nor do benediction purify our unclean souls. The gates remain locked for the wingless children of wrath, so long ago splintered and trodden down us children of glass... Please, my Lord, extinguish the light, the illumination hurts my eyes. My choice was wrong, so wrong: truly everything is pain... We are crying with wolves like stone we are sleeping with the dead; soon we'll be gone and you're left the instrument...
<A name=8>8. Todeswunsch
Chill is dripping silently, I am drowning in myself. My hope has left me alone and barren, my grave - the only loving place. I hate my own loathsome smell, this stench and old-age and maledorous fear. How I hate each mortal cell that is rottingly existing deep inside of me... I cannot bear the sun so I close me eyes, it is the perfect day to end this wretched life. Give me the reason to life so that I might laugh at least I'll try in bitterness... Stop the waiting, the cruel waiting for nothing. All I want is to forget, finally in Sleep of Death... I could die just like a christian. I could fade away in sleep but I want to die for someone, for the one who waits for me. I long to be a sacrifice for the Lord, my Lord of the Darkest Side. Everyday is a perfect day, a perfect day for suicide...! Deliver me from the mindless crowd when steps grow dumb behind my back. Save me from their poisoned locks harassing like daggers through my neck... Here, where it's like hell to exist only Death can bring salvation. Please, release me from my chains that crucify me to my eternal tribulation. Here, where even my own image is spitting, where I have to hide my face. Where the distress seems so endlessly, in this god-forsaken place... In a former time in a long forgotten place, when the masks and the faces had been identical twins. As our sanctuaries were locked to hypocritical lies now befouled they lay bare as they stalked in so well gisguised... Suicide, sweet suicide deepest darkness veils my eyes... Suicide, sweet suicide jet-black darkness clouds my mind... Suicide, sweet suicide Deepest darkness in my heart... Suicide, sweet suicide my unclean soul, I know no light...
<A name=9>9. Drama Der Geschlechtslosigkeit
Bin weder Mann, noch bin ich Frau, bin irgendwo zwischendrin, WeiŸ nicht wohin ich gehære, WeiŸ nicht was ich bin... Traurigkeit erfìllt meine Seele in jedem einzelnen Augenblick, was vor mir liegt kann ich nicht sehen, doch ich weiŸ es gibt kein Zurìck... Bin wie zwælf Seelen, die begraben sind in einem sich bewegendem Fleisch. Zwælf grundverschiedenen H¤lften, zu deren Kombination es wohl niemals reicht...
<A name=10>10. Freitod-Phantasien
Two half figures stand ashore the darkest lake embraced by cold veils of mist and icy breath blows the leaves away... And the old black trees spread their long dead arms. As the souls of the dead call across the water they both step down into the coldest depth...
<A name=11>11. Saturn-Impressionen
Der kalte See liegt schweigend im Nebel und ewig wird er sein. Sie alle hat er bereits empfangen, und auch ich tauche bald in seine Fluten ein. Die Zeit, sie liegt schon weit zurìck, als das Erste von uns sank in die Tief hier. Die blauen Leiber einsam faulend, nur ihre Stimmen rufen nach mir. Dies ist mein Schicksal und mein Verlangen, sein kaltes Grab ist mein Pflicht. Ich bin ein Letztes meines Geschlechts, und ich weiŸ er warted schon auf mich...
<A name=12>12. Somnambulist's Secret Bardo-Life
I have no body and I feel no pain for I am no longer here again. Now I can fly through-out the widest space finally I'm set free from all my chains. A farewell to heaven and a farewell to old hell, from now on we shall never meet again. Neither light nor darkness are here to know my way, there'll be no more sadness and there'll no more pain. I can fly, yes, I can fly and I'm no longer here, may this old flesh stay down there forever, I shall not waste a thought. No, I do no longer care..
<A name=13>13. Not Dead But Dying
Take my hand in the old 'Theatre Of Seven Hells', a ferry that bowed its wings, we call Her: 'Moon by Day'. Life - a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears. Flowers of the end, their seed shall grow. Your breath shall be my coat, the underworld is, oh, so cold. The dead don't feel chill, but please, hold me warm. The aweful night has gone; what lay before... we can't remember. Even Morpheus has drowned in the lament of his own weeping shadow...
<A name=14>14. Only The Dead In The Mist
Old, senseless thoughts half frozen in loneliness, faster and faster we're spinning in circles; imprisoned in pain, floating without sound, the death in the mist aimlessly wandering around. Our sad eyes say: "We have lost our view !" Dead souls without rest, the graves are lonely and cold. But the promised peace I'm afraid we'll never find, for this place it lies so far beyond the cruelest light...
<A name=15>15. This Profane Finality
Bury me deep in the blackest earth drunken on maggots, home of thousand worms. Nail me up into the blackest coffin and bed me down into the deepest pit. Shrouded I am waiting for me cold friends - the final beasts. You living off the lonely dead, the moist and voluntary feast. Sweet death, come kiss me softly and please, please open the door for me. It's just another grateful dead, so please, let me enter and stay. Forever... Pain and torment, do what you want with me, oh, I don't care, I don't care. I do no longer care... Like ancient wraiths they seem to be, the others come to welcome me. "Receive the new desciple in the dance of dread!" Soulless figures swaying to the beautiful Sounds of Death... Forever...
<A name=16>16. Cage Within A Cage...
Wieder nur ein K¤fig innerhalb eines K¤figs, und jegliches Erwachen ist nur grausame Illusion, ewig gefangen in der eigenen Traum; uschung, wie der trìgerische Traum innerhalb eines Traums...
Başka sözler de isterseniz eklerim....Şimdi bulduğum bi kaç parçayı ekleyeyim bunu da böölelikle sonlandırayım....
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