It's about suicide, I think. He's singing that he's chained to melancholy, or depression...
The chorus is going like this in english;
"In my loneliness I still know,
That I have none to thank but myself.
This is why I remain calm,
As the rope is tightening around my neck."
I'll quote from darklyrics.com, they have an english translation;
"[Chambers Of Sorrow Part II]
The echoes of silence sets the hour.
Gagged in the chains of "depression", I fall away.
No more I will be bolted fast in the anchor of "melancholy".
But finally get my longing "fulfilled" - for leaving.
Did I drink too much from the goblet of "lifehope"?
Did I take the vanity of joy for granted?
For my battle against the pain of emptiness - this intoxication of the angst of death,
Is all that is left... that is mine.
In my loneliness I still know,
That I have none to thank but myself.
This is why I remain calm,
As the rope is tightening around my neck.
Silent witnesses can not give comfort.
The ordinary man in the assembly of the "gravechoir".
Tha land of perdition
I created by my own hands.
This intense attraction to the portals of death
(I have as) A wandering study of tearful messe-noir.
Controlled since the dawning of time,
But something I never would let go.. was the sorrow."
It's about suicide, I think. He's singing that he's chained to melancholy, or depression... The chorus is going like this in english; "In my loneliness I still know, That I have none to thank but myself. This is why I remain calm, As the rope is tightening around my neck."
I'll quote from darklyrics.com, they have an english translation; "[Chambers Of Sorrow Part II]
The echoes of silence sets the hour. Gagged in the chains of "depression", I fall away. No more I will be bolted fast in the anchor of "melancholy". But finally get my longing "fulfilled" - for leaving.
Did I drink too much from the goblet of "lifehope"? Did I take the vanity of joy for granted? For my battle against the pain of emptiness - this intoxication of the angst of death, Is all that is left... that is mine.
In my loneliness I still know, That I have none to thank but myself. This is why I remain calm, As the rope is tightening around my neck.
Silent witnesses can not give comfort. The ordinary man in the assembly of the "gravechoir". Tha land of perdition I created by my own hands.
This intense attraction to the portals of death (I have as) A wandering study of tearful messe-noir. Controlled since the dawning of time, But something I never would let go.. was the sorrow."