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Vredesbyrd Lyrics
Reis deg opp
La oss bestride
Den tanke fra vår lend
Og dyrk
På en forbannet jord
En smertens ætt
For så og tynge
De barmhjertiges skjød
Som har tiltro til
Den sjelloses brød
For den tro du besitter
Er intet annet enn avsmak og hovmod
Og din nøden etter viten
Er en overflod av hån og skjend
Smerten i mitt hjerte er ikke tørste
Etter himmelsk legeme
Ei er det sviktende søken etter englemakt
Det er ilden og den brenner
Det er bare det at du
Skjemmer for den
Ta del i skyldens skygge
Behag din sjel med syndens under
For hvor er vel du
Når lampen slukkes
Men døden kommer ei
Med vårt bud
Gjenklang fra den prektiges arv
Vil innfri det endelige forderv
[repeat 1st, 2nd and 4rd verse]
Bring dom over andre en ditt eget hode
Der du gjemmer din skam i lovsang
Så skal du få smake frukten
Av din egen bortgang
Som en flokk av helveds opphav
Og forvaltere av foraktens sønn
Parerer vi deres list med avskyens prakt
Med beviset på vår tunge byrde
Ligger deres sinn i åndenød
Skamfert tilbake uten makt
[repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse]
La oss bestride
Den tanke fra vår lend
På en forbannet jord
En smertens ætt
De barmhjertiges skjød
Som har tiltro til
Den sjelloses brød
Er intet annet enn avsmak og hovmod
Og din nøden etter viten
Er en overflod av hån og skjend
Etter himmelsk legeme
Det er ilden og den brenner
Det er bare det at du
Skjemmer for den
Behag din sjel med syndens under
For hvor er vel du
Når lampen slukkes
Med vårt bud
Gjenklang fra den prektiges arv
Vil innfri det endelige forderv
Der du gjemmer din skam i lovsang
Så skal du få smake frukten
Av din egen bortgang
Og forvaltere av foraktens sønn
Parerer vi deres list med avskyens prakt
Med beviset på vår tunge byrde
Ligger deres sinn i åndenød
Skamfert tilbake uten makt
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I have no idea what this song means, except the title, which is something to the effect of, "Relentless anger," if my memory serves me correctly (don't quote me). Good song, very driving. Good live.
Wrath Birth
Rise it up Let us oppose The thought from our land
And cultivate In a cursed ground A sorrowful lineage
For so and weigh down They bottom-hearted careless Who have confidence 'til That soul bread
For that belief you possess Is nothing else than disgust and pride And your need after knowledge Is an overflood of scorn and deascration
Grief to my heart is not thirst After heavenly body
Not is that failing search after angel might It is fiery and that burning It is merely that what you Dishounor for that
Take part in the possesing shadow Delight your soul with sinners under From where are surely you When lamp put out
But dead appaear not With our bidding Throughly sound from that splendid inheritance Want it endly ruin
Bring doom over others about your own head There you conceal your shame in praise song So shall you have tasted fruits Of your own decease
As a flock of hellish origin And administrator of despicable son We match your disgusting splendour With demonstration of our heavy birth Lie your mind in absence of breath Shamefare backwards without might
The translations are more like:
The translations are more like:
Burden of Wrath
Burden of Wrath
Rise up Let us fight The thought away from our backs
Rise up Let us fight The thought away from our backs
And seed On a cursed land A lineage of pain
And seed On a cursed land A lineage of pain
Then to burden The of the merciful Who believe in The bread of the soulless
Then to burden The of the merciful Who believe in The bread of the soulless
For the faith you posses Is nothing but disgust and arrogance And your need for knowledge Is an abundance of mockery and desecration
For the faith you posses Is nothing but disgust and arrogance And your need for knowledge Is an abundance of mockery and desecration
The pain in my heart is not thirst For a heavenly body
The pain in my heart is not thirst For a heavenly body
Nor is the failing search for angelic power It is the fire and it burns It's just that you Are in its way...
Nor is the failing search for angelic power It is the fire and it burns It's just that you Are in its way
Take part in the shadow of guilt Please your soul with the wonders of sin For where will you be When the lamp is extinguished
But death comes not With our message Reverberations from the splendid inheritance Will redeem the eternal corruption
Bring judgement over heads other than your own Where you hide your shame in songs of praise Then you shall taste the fruit Of your own passing away
Like a flock of hellspawns And stewards of the son of despite We parry their guile with the magnificence of disgust By the evidence of our heavy burden Lies their mind drowning Left dessicated without power
If you like this song, you'll love "Bring Da Pain" by mista meth
Bring dom over andre en ditt eget hode
should be translated
bring judgement over others head, not your own
Smerten i mitt hjerte er ikke tørste Etter himmelsk legeme
should be translated
the pain in my heart is not a thirst after (a) heavenly body*
*body as in either planet, or body of christ
Smerten i mitt hjerte er ikke tørste Etter himmelsk legeme
The pain in my heart still thirst after heavenly meat
Kirvevol; shouldn't it be: Smerten i mitt hjerte er ikke tørste Etter himmelsk legeme
The pain in my heart ISN'T thirst after heavenly meat
Lend er jo ikke land da .. "Den tanke fra vår lend" "The thought of who we once were" er hvertfall mer riktig .. Irriterte meg bare over den linja x)
The title is more correctly translated to "Burden of Wrath"
can someone write this song's transcryption????