Interpret:

Nokturnal Mortum

Album:

Weltanschauung

The strength grown up upon the remains of the wise thoughts 
The greater faith from the most ancient depths 
Drenched in blood by the fault of insane 
Just sleeeping it was and reaching for its tops 
The call of the macrocosm, a chilling chant 
When the flask remains the only excuse to stay here 
Death hasn't been studied yet and the life still hasn't died in pain 
With the knife, with the runes to cut your veins 
An empty void a temple of endless sleep 
Infinity and darkness an empty void 
A song of the ice and the stars that ring on this blackness 
A touch of cold, an empty void 
The thread of fate is burning with a brightest light 
One day it shall get tired of burning 
And shall fall down, on the wings of glory shall it echo 
Here is your threshold and Algiz it fell into the shades 
The stardust is calling to the most distant fars 
And only our waiting keeps this endless night alive 
Steel cold wind pierces us with its breath 
Through the pain shall you perceive delight of birth memories 
Of the greater past are drowning in blood 
Material world has awaken and touched spiritual cosmos inside 
War, endless war, where the soul smothers the flesh 
Where all the creation ruins creator, war, endless war 
The clocks of my heart counts down the remained days 
The beginning is gone to the unseen fars to meet the death without regrets 
To knock at the door yet not to stay, just to look back and simple to the gods 
Then to return to the coldness of cosmos 
Now live in the flame of everydays suffering is it the punishment 
Solitude and the seeds of revelation it's my Weltanschauung