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Frystad
03:29
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Låt mig få vara på en plats utan ljus
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Hate pushing myself to the edge of things Avalanche on paved liquid stone Enraged, I’m touching a statue of fog Reaching out to end it all
Closing an open door
- cutting the fleshly chord Heading for distance
faster than ever before Chasing the thinner air Agony pushing so hard that a glacier of blood seems to dissolve A search for the unknown
- maniacally reborn
A pilgrimage towards
the blackest of resorts
The mountains of madness are marvelously tall and arising
Passing the axis of time
in momentum
My insides are crushed
by a revolving pendulum
Fade into sleep
- towards the land of dreams Apprehension malfunctioning
and giving in
to the calling of winter
that’s coming from home
where the darkest of spirits
in my heart have been summoned Awakened again I will travel once more on the night sky’s road
I glide on the rays of contortion Once more through
the winds of distortion Liber absque finis
Drifting on the edges of a cell Free but with the risk of falling back Indubitably having all control Facing the temptation to abort Present in the harmony of death Hatred opened up a glorious path A mountain range of unforgiving eyes Imminent to fall upon the parasites unworthy of a life
Liber absque finis
In harmony in death I am
Darkest spirits rising
Heart of blackest blood is pumping Pulverizing bones Mountains manifesting Nourishing from the flesh of weak souls whose fates are condemned
Hate pushing myself to the edge of things Avalanche on paved liquid stone Enraged, I’m touching the statue of fog Seeking out the most lonesome road
Closing an open door...
Seeking in disarray for the lost valley The great sanctuary of winter and fire Between the mountains
which holds up the whole universe There will I travel again through the wind tunnels
Fade into sleep
- towards the land of dreams to the calling of winter on vast starlit avenues Now I will travel once more
on the ever black night sky’s road
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Interludium
01:21
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Winter In Bloom
07:16
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Oh!
I’m picking up a trail that leads into the snow Fate has never been so pleasantly distant before Tall, the fir-trees are conveying a sense of tranquilizing lust for hibernation in frost Gone, my presence in an ever shrinking prison None can combat this absorbing malediction
I rid myself of moral truth
Where I go an animal belongs
On the throne as god
Nature is the mother of darkness Source of the powerful magical temple of
the black flame
Caressing, cold magic glow;
The winter in bloom
The striking wide wings of the north; The winter in bloom
Failure is the core of all human miscarriage Shame and vanity, so luminous and defect
I must throw my face in a bowl of boiling acid to put up with that your heart is still pumping I paddle trough tectonic plates of afterbirth, dive in whirlpools amongst marshes and dirt I rid myself of moral truth
Where I go an animal belongs
Seeking higher knowledge in nature World abjuration by oath carved in flesh, skin and soul
Where I go an animal belongs on its throne as god
Oh!
I’m picking up a trail that leads into the snow Fate has never been so pleasantly distant before Tall, the fir-trees are conveying a sense of tranquilizing lust for hibernation in frost
I paddle trough tectonic plates of afterbirth, dive in whirlpools amongst marshes and dirt I rid myself of moral truth
Where I go an animal belongs
Seeking for a hole to dive into Building a moat with the hands of foreclosure Struggling to exit this cocoon
For beyond its moldy walls
I see the winter in bloom
Where I go
An animal belongs
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Uppland
07:15
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