The Funerary Dirge of a Violinist
Carach Angren Lyrics

Listen! Don't you hear these mad symphonies of grievance and fear?
Can't you hear the mournful sounds of loss and terror ringing out?

Melancholy and despair can be sensed when we draw near.
Feelings of sadness and hopelessness are palpable in this place.

Some hear a violin sound, others hear a man moaning in tears.
The haunting sounds of a violin blend with the cries and groans of a suffering soldier.

These fields are haunted by nature's most sombre melodies.
This place is filled with mournful music that is a natural accompaniment to the horrors of war.

Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence from light, mirth and vitality.
The noise of war is gradually snuffing out all the joy in the world, leaving only pain and sorrow.

These grounds are haunted by reflections from World War II...
The echoes of a previous generation's war still reverberate through these fields.

Arise! 1941, '42
Let us remember the beginning of the darkest times on the East Front during World War II.

The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious.
The horrors that took place here are difficult to comprehend.

There's one soldier incapable of committing sin.
One soldier stands out from the rest, his soul untarnished by the atrocities of war.

Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift with a violin.
His talent for playing the violin has given his fellow soldiers hope and strength to keep going.

His brilliant music so beautiful and pure...
His music is a shining beacon of beauty and purity in a world of ugliness and violence.

Shining warmth upon every soldier... It helps them to endure.
The soldier's music brings comfort and encouragement to his comrades in their darkest moments.

Breath-taking melodies consuming all hate, sorrow and fear.
The power of his music has the ability to make all negative feelings disappear.

These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears.
His music is a soothing balm for their troubled souls.

And for a moment their pain disappears.
His music has the power to transport them away from the horrors of war, if only for a brief moment.

But this moment will not last when they are baffled by another blast.
The harsh realities of war always intrude, shattering the peace and beauty of the music.

The enemy is near. Rain of bullets killing soldiers there and here.
The enemy attacks, and the battle begins anew with death and destruction raining down on both sides.

And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war.
The violin, a symbol of peace and beauty, is drowned out by the sounds of war.

It plays the music of the dead; music made of lead...
The soldier's violin now plays a mournful dirge for the dead, as the music of war overtakes him.

"I've had enough of this sickening war and it's murderous puppets!
The soldier's despair reaches a breaking point, as he can no longer bear the senseless violence that surrounds him.

They don't understand the language of music cannot be spoken in Death. I
The soldier realizes that his music is of no use in the face of such overwhelming violence and death.

Never took a life! Maybe now is the time to take mine.
The soldier is torn between his desire to end the violence around him and his commitment to preserving life.

In the name of music; shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin
The soldier contemplates suicide as a way of leaving behind the madness of war and finding peace in music.

String?
The soldier wonders if he should use his violin string as a noose for his suicide.

A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!"
The soldier has made up his mind to end his life through music, and he is determined to see it through.

The enemy lies on the other side of the field.
The enemy is waiting for the soldiers to attack, as both sides prepare for the inevitable violence.

He decides to walk straight into the fire fight,
The soldier decides to sacrifice himself by walking directly towards the enemy, playing his violin all the while.

Playing this dreamlike masterpiece.
The soldier's music is a beautiful, ethereal creation that transcends the ugliness of war.

Every soldier stops, holds his breath.
The music is so powerful that all who hear it are captivated and moved.

Not a single shot is being heard during an intro for his own Death.
The power of the music is such that even the enemy stops attacking, momentarily forgetting the violence of war.

And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end,
The soldier's music comes to an end, and the reality of war sets in once again.

Both sides simultaneously open fire.
As soon as the music ends, the soldiers on both sides immediately resume fighting.

There's the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire.
The soldier lies dead, his music silenced forever by the violence of war.

These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist.
The memory of the soldier and his music live on, haunting the fields with their mournful beauty.

The funerary dirge of a violinist...
The sound of the soldier's music lingers on, even after his death.

Can't you hear his call of Death?
The beauty and sadness of the soldier's music evoke memories of death and loss.

The Funerary Dirge of a Violinist,
The soldier's music is a mournful dirge, paying tribute to those who have died in war.

The Funerary Dirge of a Violinist.
The soldier's music is a beautiful, melancholy tribute to the dead.

The Funerary Dirge of a Violinist...
The haunting melody of the soldier's music lives on, long after his death.

The Funerary Dirge of a Violinist!
The music of the soldier is a powerful reminder of the horrors of war, and the beauty that can arise even in the midst of that violence.