Sopor Aeternus - On Satur(n)days We Used To Sleep

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On Saturdays we used to sleep all motionless and still ...-While shrouded in an oppressive gloom we're handed over to the dream. A sleep so dark, this "Moon by Day", of powers strange and weird, through mystic veils her silver rays are glowing carefully. Wov en of dewdrops and magical light, this gown that we' re wearing here is but a cloth of mist and we used to call it "Breath of the Other Sphere"...

We are floating, flying, incredibly fast, the world of the thought gives birth to this life. Free to remember, to discover and feel as were closely together in our parallel flight. While beyond the gates our bodies lie next to each other in fragile rest, two chests are lifted up and down, moved only by some mortal breath. Yes, our bodies are sleeping so closely together, but it's only in our minds that we touch (at last). In the realm of the spirit(s) our souls become one in the happy knowledge that we are completing halfs.

No bodies and no harriers ...- (all) far more intimate and strange. Our understanding is clearer, incomparably real, although there is no sound that dares to escape ... His eyes are mirrors, gates to his soul, one true look and I recognize that it's him, my husband, the one that I love. See me! Read me! Step inside !!! No barriers and no masquerade, come, be received beyond distress! So intensively and so deep as our fingers unite, our hands caress.

Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land, (as) we fly side by side over mountains and glens. In the twilight lit of the sillier moon . ..- - set free from the flesh, released from this tomb!

On Saturdays we used to sleep, the other side exploring, alive in our dreams ... Free from the pain, home where we belong and guarded by the shadows of the enchanted realm. Below a violet sky, both dark and profound, the horizon is glitt'ring, still there is no sound. We fly through the night crossing frontiers and lakes, mountains and valleys ... world without end. "This is where we truly belong, take both my hands, look into my soul !" I feel the strength of his embrace as we're closely together in this secret place
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"Hush, hush, my Dear, can yon hear the rustling in the Undergrowth? See through the branches, there in the glade ...", ghostly creatures as they dance and sing. Their transparent bodies, half man and half beast, their voices so sweet like a soft breath of wind. On Saturdays we used to sleep, and my pain was eased by his love...

 

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The Sleeper - Sopor Aeternus

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At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!
O, lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully- so fearfully-
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!

My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

 

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Now and then I'm scared, when I seem to forget how sounds become words or even sentences ... No, I don't speak anymore and what could I say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say ...

So, I prefer to lie in darkest silence alone ... listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, no, no ...- not one living soul and there is nothing (left) to say, in darkness I lie all alone by myself, sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.

I am not breathing a word, I haven't spoken for weeks and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears. But there is no-one, and it seems to me at times that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind ...

I am the mistress of loneliness, my court is deserted but I do not care. The presence of people is ugly and cold and something I can neither watch nor bear.

So, I prefer to lie in darkness silence alone, listening to the lack of light, or sound, or someone to talk to, for something to share ...- but there is no hope and no-one is there.

No, I don't speak anymore and what should I say, since no- one is there and there is nothing to say? All is oppressive, alles ist schwer, there is no-one and NO-ONE IS THERE ...

 

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Dark Delight by Sopor Aeternus

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Hands folded in a prayer,
A rosary embedded in-between ... -
Tonight I'll join you in your sleep.

(... sleep brings no joy to me ...)

I'll bring you back to life this night,
It's meant for the flesh at least ... -
I'll join you in your sleep.

(... sleep brings no joy to me ...)

Come up, I hear your voice ... - this is not me,
I'm not aware of what I'm doing.
I'll shiver at the recollection,
When I'll awake with the soil ... on my hands.
I know, they will find you ... fallen asleep again,
Between the mounds and crosses.
Tomorrow night it will be just the same ... -
It will be just the same.

(... sleep brings no joy to me ...)

 

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Những linh hồn đã chết- dead souls

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Hidden behind merciful shadows, beyond the cruel daylight,
living to hunt and kill, we are the... damned children of the night.
Dragging our immune existence through thousands of centuries
and from dusk to dawn we suffer from our immortality.

Hosts contaminate our tombs and crosses burn our skin,
you can kill us a thousand times, but we're the ones,
who will always remain ... - In Pain ... In Pain:
"I'm the resurrection-man, who steals his own corpse
and abducts himself to the beloved catacombs and vaults".

Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days.

After the dead Lover's kiss you fall into a dream,
but with your second birth you're a prince in our mournful realm.
By day, when a million suns are killing with their shine,
the cold, dark crypts are saving me ... and mine.
Death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days ...

 

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La Mort d`Arthur

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When I was a little child
We often walked the country-side
in brightest sunlight, or in rain
my mother took me by the hand
and as she had me in her tow
a frown then came upon her brow
she turned her head, looked down at me
and spoke these words of prophecy:

"Kalte Hände, Froschnatur
von der Liebe keine Spur!
Hast kalte Hände, bist Froschnatur,
nein, von der Lieb' ist keine Spur!"

"Die Fröschelein, die fröschelein
das ist ein lustig Chor.
Sie haben ja, sie haben ja
kein Schwanzen und kein Ohr"

"Die Froschelein, die Froschelein
das ist ein kalter Chor
Sie haben ja, sie haben ja
kein Schwanzchen und kein Ohr"

 

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Sopor Aeternus - In an hour dark darkly Subtitulado

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In einer dunklen Stunde, ach,
Alle Stunden sind dunkel hier.
Aus einem Becher von zartestem Flieder
Trinken wir Tee - allein mit mir.

"My name is BROKEN CHALICE and leaden
I am filled all the way up to the brim;
Filled with sadness, and with misery,
And the most terrible of things.
Very soon I might overflow I fear,
As I am filled with so much anger...
And far too many tears".

These words come from the depth of my discontent,
To testify to you of the displeasure
That I harbour against the world - and therefore myself.
Hush, here lies truth, sweet child, in all its obvious simplicity.

A long time ago it seems
The boy has come to an agreement with himself,
To remain in this wretched life for as long as
It hasn't reached the point of becoming totally... unbearable.
Yes, he was prepared to tolerate
The bleakness of all things, of darkness,
Even nothingness itself,
All of this perhaps only to prove
That life really isn't worth an effort,
That an early VOLUNTARY DEATH is absolutely ALWAYS justified.

Yes, I DO confess.
I have a secret wish:
I often dream of dying,
To dissolve completely,
To simply vanish, so that nothing,
Not a single grain, would ever remain of me.
No spark, no energy, no further existence for me,
But most of all: NO REBIRTH!!!

Alas, if I had this chance, this possibility,
How free from worries could I be,
If I only had this ONE guarantee...
That there would be NO MORE tomorrows lying in wait for me...

 

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Sopor Aeternus - The Goat

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There is an old goat
Knocking at my window-pane,
Standing upright in a frock-coat,
Somewhat earthcoloured and plain.

He is staring down at me
And the place where i have chosen to hide
In my futile attempt to dissolve... -
I discovered this cell as a child.

There is a medicine-case, he calls "being",
Which the goat carries under his arm.
He says, if i only allow him to enter
I shall never come to any harm.

He is giving quite an importance
To his frightening and urgent concern,
He says: "i have come to be your transformer... -
I'm your doctor, half goat and half man."

He says that this house will soon crumble
And that i am going to suffer as it falls.
He says: "let me in now and i'll be your saviour... -
I'm your healer with hooves and horns!"