[The Longing]
Mrke spaigla mine kjainsle, men da e ait hl i spaiggedl.
Ait hl so ikkje enda, akkorat so sakne i sjeli mi.
Hle e so sakne i sjeli mi. Sakne e so hle, endelaust...
Sakne itte nke inrmt so eg hadde, da eg hadde va lika stort so sakne,
inrmt... Eg lika smerte, men eg lika ra igentle ikkje...
Eg skrike, men eg skrike igentle ikkje...
Eg dyr, men eg dyr igentle ikkje...
Eg sakna... F meg e mrke so dagen f deg ri andre.
F meg e dagen so mrke f deg ri andre.
F meg e skrike so lattern f deg ri andre.
F meg e dauen so live f deg ri andre.
Dystert da e, tainkja slik, dystert da e, vera slik,
dystert da e, liva slik, dystert da e, eg lika ra slik...
Dystert e ra dystert ska ra vera. Mrt e ra mrt ska ra vera.
Ont e ra ont ska ra vera. Sakne e rar, men da ska rar ikkje vera...
Da ain ikkje br gjera e da eg sakna meste,
da ain ikkje br saia e da eg sakna meste, du skjnna k eg maina,
da e deg eg sakna adle meste...
Da eg ha mst ha saora, da vi'kkje bedra seg me aori.
Da ha berra vre ont, sakna ha vre tongt.
Smerte, no lika e'ra... Skrik, no skrike eg...
Dau, no dyr eg... Sakn, eg sakna reg...
Eg dyr f'ra eg sakna... eg sakna itte dauen..
[English translation:]
The darkness mirrors my feelings, but there's a hole in the mirror.
A hole that never ends, just like the longing in my soul
The hole is like the longing in my soul.
The longing is like the hole, endless.
The longing after something enormous that I had,
what I had was as big as the longing enormous.
I like pain, but I don't really like it.
I scream, but I don't really scream
I'm dying, but I'm not really dying
I miss.
Before me is darkness, like the day is before you and the others
Before me is the day, like the darkness before you and the others
Before me is the scream, like the laughter before you and the others
Before me is death, like life is before you and the others
Gloomy is it, to think like this, gloomy is it to be like this,
Gloomy is it, to live like this, gloomy it is, I like it that way
Gloomy is it and gloomy shall it be.
Dark is it and dark shall it be.
Painful is it and painful shall it be.
The Longing is the, but that shall not be.
What you shall not do is what I miss the most
What you shall not say is what I miss the most, you understand what I mean
it's you I miss most of all...
What I've lost have hurted, it won't get better as the years go by
It has only been painful, and the longing has been heavy
Pain, now I like it... Scream, now I scream...
Die, now I die... Longing, I miss you...
I die because I miss... And I don't miss death
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
