According to Ash, Nargaroth was formed in 1989, but due to contradictory statements of Ash, this date is disputed, as well as the release of the seven track instrumental demo Orke in 1991. It is supposed that this demo was actually released in 1999. The demo Herbstleyd, which Ash claims to be released in 1993, was probably not released before this date. Nargaroth’s first album Herbstleyd was released by No Colours Records in 1999, followed in 2000 by Amarok, which is not an album but a re-release of old recordings, as well as the controversial demo Fuck Off Nowadays Black Metal, (released as a demo resulting to disputes over production values). This demo is said to be limited to 333 tapes and 100 LPs, but more units were probably released.
In 2001, No Colours Records released Black Metal ist Krieg, considered Ash’s dedication to black metal. It was followed in 2002 by Rasluka Part II. The third album Geliebte des Regens was released in 2003. 2004 saw release of live album Crushing Some Belgian Scum, Rasluka Part I, and Prosatanica Shooting Angels. The next album Semper Fidelis was released by No Colours Records in 2007. The sixth album was released in 2009 named Jahreszeiten by No Colours Records limited to 1000 copies.
Abschiedsbrief des Prometheus
Nargaroth Lyrics
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Die klaffend da das Leid genoss,
Das sie erschuf seit jener Stunde
In der die schwarze Trne floss.
Sie geifert um ihr eigen Willen
Und machtlos ringt der Medikus
Mit seiner Kunst um sie zu stillen,
S'ist als ob ich sie ertragen muss.
Hr mein' Dmonen mich verhhnen.
Versuche mein Geist zu verschlieen,
Doch hr mich schreien, hr mich sthnen.
So trenn ich auf den Lebensteppich
Und web' erneut den Faden ein.
Doch wird nie wieder in mei'm Leben.
Der Funke des Prometheus sein.
[English translation:]
[Suicide Letter Of Prometheus]
For some time a wound pains
That, gaping their enjoys the suffering
From which she creates since the hour
The black tears had flown
She dribbles for her own will
And the doctor fights in pain
With his art to soothe her
But it seems I have to bear her
So I flee screaming into deep dark caves
But still I can hear my demons mock me
I try to shut my soul
But I hear myself scream, hear myself groan
So I undo the carpet of life
And I weave in the thread again
But in my life will be never again
The spark of the Prometheus
"Abschiedsbrief des Prometheus" by Nargaroth is a sorrowful and melancholic song about the pain of a deep wound that seems impossible to heal. The lyrics imply the wound is emotional or psychological and is causing the person deep suffering. The metaphorical language of the song speaks to the creative human spirit (represented by Prometheus), which has been dampened or snuffed out by this wound.
The song’s opening verses speak of a wound that has existed for quite some time and is causing great suffering. The wound is personified, depicted as a being that is "dribbling for her own will." The "Medikus" or doctor is powerless to cure the wound with his medical knowledge, and the person can do little but suffer.
The song continues with the singer attempting to escape their woes by fleeing to the darkest places they can find. But they cannot escape the torment of their own mind, as their demons continue to haunt them. In the final stanza, the singer speaks of rewinding the thread of life but knows that they will never recapture the spark of the Prometheus, the creative force that once fueled their spirit.
Line by Line Meaning
Seit Zeiten schon schmerzt eine Wunde
For a long time, a wound has been hurting
Die klaffend da das Leid genoss,
Gaping open and indulging in suffering
Das sie erschuf seit jener Stunde
Created since that hour
In der die schwarze Trne floss.
When the black tears flowed
Sie geifert um ihr eigen Willen
She craves for her own will
Und machtlos ringt der Medikus
And the doctor struggles helplessly
Mit seiner Kunst um sie zu stillen,
To calm her with his skills,
S'ist als ob ich sie ertragen muss.
It's like I have to bear her.
So flieh' ich schrein'd in dunkle Tiefen,
So I flee screaming into dark depths,
Hr mein' Dmonen mich verhhnen.
Hearing my demons mock me.
Versuche mein Geist zu verschlieen,
I try to close my mind,
Doch hr mich schreien, hr mich sthnen.
But hear me scream, hear me moan.
So trenn ich auf den Lebensteppich
So I separate the fabric of life
Und web' erneut den Faden ein.
And weave in the thread again
Doch wird nie wieder in mei'm Leben.
But never again will there be in my life.
Der Funke des Prometheus sein.
The spark of Prometheus.
Contributed by Violet S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@Aaron-le6xs
this makes me want to take a medium temperature shower
@MargaritaMagdalena
Why medium and not cold?
@Sedentarianismandrawmeat-pb9ng
hot like an intelligent satanic black metal enjoyer hot like hell but feels good@@MargaritaMagdalena
@ziuwaz1588
Controversial dude, but his melodies will follow the listener for days.
@MargaritaMagdalena
Why is he controversial.
@ziuwaz1588
@@MargaritaMagdalena was on German trash TV years ago, hated bm once and quitted yet came back, lots of drama etc.
@MargaritaMagdalena
@@ziuwaz1588 Trash tv?
@ziuwaz1588
@@MargaritaMagdalena yeah, a very very dumb talk show. If I remember correctly his neighbour called him out because of noise and he decided it was smart to resolve the issue on nation widr tv...
@MargaritaMagdalena
@@ziuwaz1588 Aaaah I get it thanks.
@vaevictis9997
this makes me want to take a hot shower