the user Abschaum requested a translation of Hypothermia's albums Köld and Rakbladsvalsen, and here they are. i did put a bit more effort into these than i did with the lifelover - kunkurs translation.

The Razor Blade Waltz


1. Part I

My fingers smell of blood, a sweet, dull, rotting, bitter smell
a stench of rotting flesh and skin
the smell covers my clothes, my body
scars bursting open to rot even more
it both disgusts and fascinates me tremendously
it’s beautiful, but repulsive
the line between love and loathing has never been more vague
my arm is glowing hot, the blood in my veins burns and tears me
it’s boiling inside of me, it’s burning within me
would one more cut make the pain go away, or would it only make it more clear?


2. Part II

The stench becomes more obvious the more I stay with it
it’s impossible to ignore the dull smell of the coagulated blood
beneath the clotted blood, it’s still moving
it’s crawling beneath the skin, in the skin, on the skin…
it feels very unclear if the wounds are healing or rotting, and the stench isn’t helping, actually quite the contrary


3. Part III

The warmth endures, and it’s burning more than before
I scald myself in my own blood
I open up the wounds once again
to set free the hellish flame that is burning within my veins
my veins burst open and my arm, covered with clots of coagulated blood, is alive once again
I can’t count the number of open wounds, the blood fill my scars and give them life again
I become dizzy from all the blood running down my body, and out of it, it covers my floor
my arm is going numb, there’s a tickling sensation in my fingertips, cold shivers are pulsing through my body
I can feel how I’m slowly losing consciousness more and more for each drop of blood that leaves my wounds
my field of vision is getting blurred, I can’t hear what I’m saying any more, can’t feel anything, hear anything, see anything
I’m slowly bleeding to death, being brought closer to unconsciousness with every waking minute