Voice Of The Soul

Ingen Ord For Minne
Føle du dere somme tider hvordan en regndryppe? Det it hvordan hven jeg min egen grav grave. Se min sjøl, falle med smerte. Min sjel it rive opp.
Min hjerte dør låse. Det it en ting det jeg ikke beskrive kunn. Jeg søke til med ord men det komme bare en skrik.
Jeg tenke det min liv it forbannet. Det jeg alene live for alltid, min helt liv. Oh, Gud; hvor hans du. Åpne meg den øyen det jeg din vei se kunne.
Alt hva jeg hans it oppfylle med brennende lengsel og trang. Hvor it en plass hvor jeg min minne kunne få til å bevokte? Hvordan kunne jeg dere ansikt glemme? En sjø oppfylle med blodtåre. Se du ikke min narr? Jeg løpe stadig. Når få jeg en pause? Oh, Jesus; du kjenne min dyp smerte. Hvorfor it det slik hard for min? Møkk på min hode. It plage min slik. Hvorfor ha jeg disse kors til bære? Jeg behøve noen for å min hjerte sette til sammen. I million stykke atspredt. It der håp for min?
Alltid alene min helt liv. Hvem til min kærlighet få? Grei glemm!

Gramger Pfad

Ein Pfad verborgen.
Umgeben von schwarzen Kiefern.
Im Dämmerlicht vergänglich.
Trauernd Scrittes ihn beschreite.
Fortgetragen von Dingen ach so fern.
Wehmütiger Schrei.
So herrlich der Anblick der Sterne.
So gern ich würd einer sein von ihnen.
Ach bittres Weh.
Welch Gram mich leitet diesen Weg.
So fern und doch so nah.
Mein Gang erstirbt.
In bitter Schatten.
Welch Hand mich streicheln wird?
Dieser Pfad so leer.
Zurück fällt mein Blick.
Den Wein der Einsamkeit.
So schreit ich aus, weit aus.
Der Umkehr entgegen.
Um nicht zu fallen in der Verlassenheit.

The Distance That I’ve Created

All the things they cannot replaced. I'm going to my grave. Everything that I destroyed. You took much more than you ever know. Memories never let me go. My heart so cold and empty. Forever my doom will hunt me. Why has beauty died? Where is all the love gone? It twisted me. The distance that I’ve created. I wish I could return and undo the harm I’ve done. All the pain in her empty eyes I cannot heal. The broken heart I want to put together. But my hands are filled with poison. Here she is with little left. Crying I see my reflection and hate what I see. My doom follows me. So take my life away. That I will do no more faults. I will live in deserts like a skeleton in his grave. All the distance that I’ve created. I'm going to my grave.

Forsaken Moon

The moon was high.
His blue shining presents.
He web in mourn.
Bittercold silence in endless tears.
Dreams of mist fall to the fog on earth.
Broken historys of his desire.
And he goes to cry behind the stars.
His very beauty is forsaken.
The shining doom in a cold blue flash.
It's the moon who blow the clouds to escape.
The pain he left.
Frozen skys in bottomless sorrow.
His sadness awaits the end.
The mornig will come.
Another brake bevor the next aching.
And his deep lost dreams are left.
In his blue shinig presents.
He web in mourn.
The moon is forsaken.

Written at this moment.
Maybe will be translated after a bit of time.
Know its imposible.

My Funeral, My Awakening

Reflecting dooms of the past.
Gray and cold, infiltrating my mind.
Deep blackened skars with the mark of death.
And as I watch my sin.
I saw a hand send from heaven.
And it tooks my sin away.
I heard a voice who sayed:
It's done.
The same hand comes over me and covers my body.
So warm and caressing.
And I was filled with endless love and happyness.
I behold a man who hold's my heart.
He keep it warm and it get heald.
I watched his body and saw all the skars at him.
And I realized that those are mine.
I heard a loud voice from my inside who calls me a child.
The child of God.
The spirit of eternal love.
I screamd out all my desire and every aching I had.
My fathomless God, I belong to you.
To know I'm yours is everything.
The darkness is gone.
You save me.
The love of my father.
That's God's symphony.

Ingen flere ord av minnene

Føler du deg noen ganger som en brennende regndråpe?
Det er som når jeg graver min egen grav.
Ser meg selv falle ned med smerte. Min sjel er forvridd.
Låser dørene til hjertet mitt. Det er noe jeg ikke kan forklare.
Jeg leter etter ord men bare et skrik kommer.
Jeg tror mitt liv er forbannet. At jeg må leve alene for alltid, hele mitt liv.
Åh Gud, hvor er du? Åpne mine øyne så jeg kan se din vei.
Alt hva jeg er, er fyllt med brennende lengsel og ønsker.
Hvor kan jeg gjemme på minnene mine?
Hvordan kan jeg glemme alle de ansiktene? En sjø av blod tårer.
Kan du ikke se mine arr? Jeg løper alltid. Når kan jeg få hvile?
Åh Jesus, du kjenner min dypeste smerte.
Hvorfor er det så vanskelig for meg? Støv fra mitt hode. Det rammer meg.
Hvorfor må jeg bære på dette korset?
Jeg trenger noen til å sette sammen hjertet mitt.
Millioner av knuste biter spredd. Er det håp for meg?
For alltid alene hele livet. Hvem vil få av min kjærlighet?
Bare glem!

Behold The Inheritance Of The King

Walking in nightcold.
Fog is climbing to your legs.
The sorrow of mankind lays on you.
By the aching of nations you fall down to earth.
You feel the heavyness of sadness.
Like a child watching a dying animal.
Still mooving in blindness.
You don't behold the rising of the king.
Take your inheritance.
To live in darkness is not your destiny.
You are a child of the holy one.
It is a glorious burden.
Your brother died an waked up from the dead.
Your brothers name is Jesus Christ.
But still you choose to live a lie.
You digging your own grave.
Don't you behold the rising of the king?
Don't you behold that you are his cjhild?
You are a chosen one.
And the victory is left for the chosen.
So take the victory of Jesus Christ.
And live like a son of God.
You are his well beloved child.
A blessed one.
You got allready erverything that you evver need.
Just use it into your live.
You are a king's child.
You are a chosen.
You are Satans doom.