Torn by Thorns Songtext
von Morar

Hinaus, hinaus ...

Hinaus, hinaus ...

My sight grows dim
My hearing confused
My breathing oppressed as
If by the hand of a murderer

I either wander through
Climb precipitous cliff
Force a path through
The trackless thicket


I lie stretched with fatigue
And dying in the night
The moon shines above me
In some sequestered forest

Durch die Dornen,
Die mich zerreißen

Torn by thorns

Torn by thorns

Hermit′s cell, his sackcloth
And girdle of thorns
Would be indulgence
Compared with what I suffer

Adieu!

I see no end to this except the grave

I see no end to this except the grave

I see no end to this except the grave

Adieu!