A Poet's Tears Of Porcellan

As tears again bedew my cheek. To your knees I cling. Oh merciful one. Show me your glory. Was I not bruised?. Have you not healed?. They dance to silence.

At Least A Chance

Four billion faces. Are searching for their dreams. Fighting for a better way. Despite how hard it seems. . Oh! Do you remember. Those words from long ago.

A Face In The Crowd

How many miracles have you seen. You've committed a thousand sins. Do you know the name of god. He is a messiah at your back door. Last night I asked my soul.

A Cry From The Edge

Six AM and I'm still awake. Living thoughts and words of yesterday. But I'm too tired to think what is right. And I'm alone, I can't decide on my own.

Atrocity

Atrocity. . I'm what you better address. I come directly from you. I'm in the air. Exist in the sea. And I am poisoning your food. . Your burning lungs are from me.

Ageless Eyes

Ageless Eyes. . Like the suffering of Christ. Like the screaming of his time. I am the misery. Born with open eyes. . Like running blood. Like running slaves.

Ödemarkens Son

[Musik & Lyrik: Vintersorg]. . Vid ttelkullans horg, i sangarmod och dyrkan. Av jordpuls bliver adlad en avskorlig vildmarkskung. En urtidskraft nu sknker den slagfrdiga styrkan.

Astral & Arcane

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]. . Twilit visions reflowers my shackled mood. It's time to heal, to join the unearthly's galanty show. My spirit hungers for the night's remedies.

Asatider

"I friskan storm som kraft mig bringen. Om afton jag skdar huginsvingen. Ett sndebud som strker anden. Vi samlas skall under fadershanden". . Runt hyllingsstenen hlls ett rd av.

Artifacts Of Chaos

Ars Memorativa

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]. [story about the memory artist Giordano Bruno]. . THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND.. . You built all memories on a framework.

Algol

[Music: Vintersorg]. [Lyrics: Karl-Erik Forsslund, freely translated by Vintersorg]. . Algol, demon, capricious your brightness. shifts from day to day - rises, abates, intesifies.

A Star-guarded Coronation

The noctilucent cloud's extensibility. Engorges my ocular ardour. Hiding in the auroral breakup's visibility. Its genie I once saw. . Growing in the binocular's prism,.

A Sphere In A Sphere? (to Infinity)

["we are imprisoned in unbounded space" - W.H. Auden]. . An alternation of progress and reaction,. Envelop the surroundings of man. Wavelengths build its sparkling attraction,.

A Microscopical Macrocosm

Sensory impulses commanding us. Still we're aware of its centre. Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss. With the analogy of electricity to enter. . I've painted a world in the dark,.

A Metaphysical Drama

Revealed are the legends coronal. In a fiery illusion. An esoteric festival. The logical is trapped in confusion. . Unmasked are theorems of invocation.

A Dialogue With The Stars

[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]. . Ardent starshine upon my face,. the monumental nightsky reveal its torches.. Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming.

Arv Frn Kaos

Arv Från Kaos

Axe And Smash

[Lyrics & Music: Vicious Rumors]. . Axe and smash eternal thrills. Love the ladies on the hill. Late at night when the wind is cold. Gives us power warms our soul.