A poa moi host no noch ihr gfrogt, und ollawei de Ort aufg’suacht, de eich domois g’eint hom
Nur ihr hobts eich scho vor Joaren aus de Augn valuan und soitats eich nie wieder treffen
Es woa eich nie onders vagunnt, wei wos ned zomkhert ko ma ned zum zombleim zwinga
und üwa kurz oder long wird unsa befremdliches Leben an jeden von uns brechen
Hie & do kehr I zruck an de beharrlichen Orte, de mi domois g‘formt hom
I kehr hoam und trink mit de Leit, de iangwonn moi meine Freind woan
Und I woas, a wonn se sie oft so ofüht, ois wuad de Zeit do steh bliem sei
Is es Lebn dafia doch z’kurz wei es wird sowieso niamehr wia domois sei
Owa auf longe Sicht geht’s da jetzt bessa oder? Des konnst woi kaum bestreiten
Owa I woas du glaubst no immer, dei neies Glück woa grodheraus des ihre Leid
Glaubst du hättatst ihr Unrecht do, glaubst du woast alloa an ihrm Unglück schuid
glaub ma ruhig, des woas scho gonz alloa, drum fühl di ned umsonst so schuidig
De Orte vo domois, I muas jetz donn boid moi wieda b’suachn
Wei I ko se nie gonz vergessen, ohne se füat I mi do oag valoren
Und I woas, a wonn se sie oft so ofüht, es wird niamehr so wia domois sei
I werd de Zeit niamois z’ruck dadrahn, nur iangwos treibt mi trotzdem imma wieda hoam
Ihr hobts eich niemois ausdaredt, und du den Bruch deshoib nie vawunden
Owa d‘ Wunden de wern immer bleim, do muast ihrm Abglanz vuaher woi no hundert Liada schreim
Schau, de Tragödie de is unausweichlich, und koana wird ihr je entkumma
Und du wuadst vo da Freiheit heite imma no trama oda s nur in deine Gedichte b‘schreim
Mei Freiheit woa ihr Tod
Mei Freiheit woa ihr Tod
Mei Freiheit woa ihr Tod
Mei Freiheit woa ihr Tod
No immer steht de „Hoffnung“ eindrucksvoi in meine Augn zum lesen
No immer glaubt a kloana Teil in mir, dass sie ois iangwonn zum bessan wendt
Nur kumbd ma hoid a vua, de Winter se wernd vo Joa zu Joa länga,
und mir kumbd in jedem Fruajoa vua, es werd einfoch goanimma woam
English:
MY FREEDOM WAS HERE DEATH
After all you still asked for her a few times and often visited the places that once unified you
But you lost sight so many years ago, and you should never ever meet again
It was never granted to you, and if you don’t belong to each other, nobody can pair
And sooner or later our disconcerting life will tear all of us apart
On occasion I return to the persistent places that formed me back in the days
I return home and drink with the guys, that eventually were my friends back then
And I know, even if it sometime feels as if time would stand still
Life is too short for these thoughts, it’s never going be like back in those days
But don’t you feel better now in the long term? You can’t dispute this
But I know you are still believing your new-found happiness means grief to her
You still believe you did her wrong and so directly caused her grief
But believe me, the guilt is her own, so don’t feel guilty for something you didn’t cause
The places from back then, I must visit them so badly
I can never forget them, without them I’d feel total abandoned
And I know even if it feels like it sometimes, we will never turn back time
It will never be like back then, but something calls back me home consistently
You never had the chance to talk about all this, that’s why you never got over this breach
But the wounds will last forever, even if you write more than 100 songs to her distant echo
Look, tragedy is inevitable, nobody can escape
And you would still dream of freedom today, or just write about it in your poems
My Freedom was her death
My Freedom was her death
My Freedom was her death
My Freedom was her death
Still the word hope is impressively to read in my eyes
Still a small part in me believes that everything has a happy ending
But I also feel, that the winters get longer every year
And every spring I feel like it won’t get warm again…
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