Verikammari
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Verikammariin on koottu osa mennyttä,
Osa taidetta ja osa silkkaa roskaa.
Yhteinen piirre on aina ollut kaikilla,
Elävästä on tehty täällä kuollutta.

Olen keräilijä, kenties hieman liikaakin,
Mutten koskaan ole kiinnostunut ajasta,
Mietin aina kuinka paljon joku on kärsinyt
Jollen itse häntä hautaan raahannut.

Verikammariin on kuollut moni kristitty,
Vaikka kyse on ollut ihmisistä yleensä.
Kuten näytelmässä Faustkin antoi sielunsa,
Annoin itsekin sen sarvikruunulle.

Olen kirjailija, kenties liikaa tuumaillut,
Mutten koskaan ole kiinnostunut rajoista.
Mietin aina kuinka paljon joskus kirjoitin
Sillä väreistä on loisto haalennut.
Verikammariin on koottu moni kohtalo,
Ajanhuoneen nurkkiin jäänyt maatumaan




Vaikka tyhjyydessä olen aina hallinnut.
Myrkynvihreää ja rikkonaista mustaa.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Horna's song Verikammari describe a chamber of blood where the past has been gathered, both art and rubbish. However, the common feature shared by everything here is that the living has become dead. The singer of the song is a collector, perhaps too much of one, but he is never interested in time. Instead, he always thinks about how much someone might have suffered, wondering whether he himself could carry them into their grave.


The Verikammari is a chamber where many Christians have died, although it's about people in general. The singer compares himself with Faust, who also sold his soul, and admits to giving his soul to the horned crown. Although the singer is a writer, he has never been interested in boundaries, but often ponders how much he wrote sometime, as the colors have faded. The Verikammari also contains many fates left to rot in the corners of the time room. The singer always controls emptiness, the poison green and broken black.


One possible interpretation of the lyrics is that the Verikammari is a metaphor for death, where everything ends, whether one is an artist or a commoner. The singer sees himself as a collector of souls, wondering about the suffering of others and contemplating his own demise. The comparison with Faust suggests that the singer may have sacrificed something valuable in exchange for power or knowledge.


Line by Line Meaning

Verikammariin on koottu osa mennyttä,
A part of the past has been collected in the Blood Chamber,


Osa taidetta ja osa silkkaa roskaa.
Part of it is art and part of it is just trash.


Yhteinen piirre on aina ollut kaikilla,
A common trait that they all share is that,


Elävästä on tehty täällä kuollutta.
Here, the living has become the dead.


Olen keräilijä, kenties hieman liikaakin,
I am a collector, maybe a bit too much so,


Mutten koskaan ole kiinnostunut ajasta,
But I have never been interested in time,


Mietin aina kuinka paljon joku on kärsinyt
I always think about how much someone has suffered


Jollen itse häntä hautaan raahannut.
Unless I myself have dragged them to the grave.


Verikammariin on kuollut moni kristitty,
Many Christians have died in the Blood Chamber,


Vaikka kyse on ollut ihmisistä yleensä.
Although the question has been about people in general.


Kuten näytelmässä Faustkin antoi sielunsa,
Just as in the play Faust gave away his soul,


Annoin itsekin sen sarvikruunulle.
I too gave mine to the Crown of Horns.


Olen kirjailija, kenties liikaa tuumaillut,
I am a writer, perhaps too lost in thoughts,


Mutten koskaan ole kiinnostunut rajoista.
But I have never been interested in limits.


Mietin aina kuinka paljon joskus kirjoitin
I always think about how much I used to write,


Sillä väreistä on loisto haalennut.
Because the brilliance of the colors has faded.


Verikammariin on koottu moni kohtalo,
Many fates have been collected in the Blood Chamber,


Ajanhuoneen nurkkiin jäänyt maatumaan
Left to rot in the corners of the House of Time


Vaikka tyhjyydessä olen aina hallinnut.
Although I have always ruled in emptiness.


Myrkynvihreää ja rikkonaista mustaa.
A sickly green and broken black.




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