Morket siger sakte inn Finner veier I mitt sultne sinn Legger seg verdig til ro I sar som aldri vil gro I sitt morke Sjelen hviler Er det bare tanken
The pulsation of my blood The pressure splits my skin Magma floats Burns feeble flesh into ashes Sulpherous screams in my head In a petrified aoul
art Thy wounds Thou who thought that love was life Thou who thought that love never dies Cry out Thy sorrow and seek to heal Cry out Thy sorrow and
I seek your coast Your horizon... Whispering fingertips On dripping skin... Sounds from my throat
you spin a cocoon and disappear Let me open your seals and enter your garden Let me seek to find your well Then I'll sit down by the source And wait
I gave you my word And the shafts of lights Opened the sky But as your shadow rise Passing colours in your mind I bow down silently I gave you my love
Behind your door Landscapes Your name carved into a stone Rivers Water in your hands Salvation
Evening thoughts Reverie A child A hot stuffy room A steamy lace-curtained window Symbols gracefully painted on glass A short exhibition og a stealthy
I am bound to past And stagnant presence Sallow faces, seducers Seize my threads of mind Tu suscipe pro animabus illis Quarum hodie memoriam facimus
Tulkojums: 3 un Mortal. Sporta.
Tulkojums: 3 un Mortal. Reality Rap.
Tulkojums: 3 un Mortal. Plūsma.
Tulkojums: 3 un Mortal. Horizons.
Tulkojums: 3 un Mortal. Dziesma.
Tulkojums: 3 un Mortal. Trial Of Past.
Tulkojums: 3 un Mortal. Šamanis.
Tulkojums: 3 un Mortal. AutopoÉma.
Escape the carven paths Listen to the voices in your head Hear them whisper in their ancient tounges Let them lead you out of Darkness Into the