Bacchus, Bacchus, Bacchus!
The sun is sinking and the god of weeping whispers softly
But it will be a complete scream
An inner rumbling carries me quickly
To the gate of the wild darkness
That this world only knows the shackles
That this world only knows the shackles
Which one now fills with Bacchus's tears
Were the tears shed a lot
Only the cold winter wind knows
Which icy grips the way home
How to quench anger
Walking in silence. Through the night
Through silence, cold fog
Filled with unique loneliness
The real me now has me again
That knows no shackles
That knows no shackles
Now I walk through the gate
[English translation:]
[Tears Of Bacchus]
Bacchus, Bacchus, Bacchus!
The sun sets and the god of wine whispers softly
But at the end there will be screaming
An inner rage takes me suddenly
To the threshold of a wild inscrutability
That on this side only knows bondage
That on this side only knows bondage
The take flows now, with Bacchus tears
When many tears have spilled
Only the cold winter wind knows
He who envelops my icy homeward path
How to calm the fury
Quietly striding, through the night
Through silent, cold mist
Complete with a singular loneliness
The true self has found me again
That know no bounds
That know no bounds
Now I step across the threshold

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