The 3rd And The Mortal

Nightswan tracks



I stand above myself
Left to a crumbling reality.
I watch the panorama, views.
So fright and hide and hide, this evil force
Leads me to the other mind.
New rose, new rose.

Rise, manic depths of depressors.

It decides for us as the lights sway
In this world of desertion.

Feel no regret in this pit of oblivion.
Don't let a trace stay in my mind.


They never told me right.
I had to stay in the yellow light.
Decide the end of the world,
Have health at your collapse.
Fight for nightly, empty forms
Of that landscape.

And then, the sun showed up
On my father's painting.
We walked over a bridge
Into a forest,
Searched to find
Scent of flowers.


In a meadow I have vanished,
Between oaks and daisies
And the old and beloved grasshoppers.
Sounds that embrace me,
The wind chases the fragrance of morning,
My days of obey.

I breathe in the book all I'll ever be:
Out, floating, touching the yellow blood-flowers,
To the beat of my, of my whisper.

Shall I ever rise above,
Make a detachment,
So that the tweaks crack and the growing stocks
Get bowled up by the ruins?
The strength, the strength of this moment
Is like morning dew, morning dew,
Drops that filled green veins like crystal-clear blood.
And I wait all day who slept
In the meadow tonight,
This cold night.


Vandrer ensom pa ukjente stier
Skumringen senker seg
Roper, venter -stillheten tier
Skumringen senker seg

Vakker sang langt av lei
Myrkledd slette I skogen
Takeslor viser vei
Myrkledd slette I skogen

Alvedans I takedisen
"Kom soster, kom med oss
Kaldt, kaldt I kveldsbrisen
"Kom soster, kom med oss"

Alvekongen tar meg I favn
Hoye troer kaster skygge
Glemt er mitt menneskesavn
Hoye troer kaster skygge