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.
Come home to me. So I can bathe with you and me. Home to me. . I'm watching down through cloudy eyes. Up above the misty sky. Looking through the sadness.
A million miles of crooked smiles. Tainted dreams with ill lit walls. The life you dreamt but didn't mean. . They sung your praise while they took it all.
Trance-Like Turn. . When I was lost and on my own. You couldn't find a better friend. Fear it turned into stainless fangs and pointed time. Did you know that it would end.
Things have never been this laughable. I can tell that face you've shown is full. You're always standing on bullets of sentiment. ...She can hide a laugh inside,.
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. . 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.
[Hate]. 5 años mas tarde.... . Le quite las telarañas al micro y lo saque del cofre,. y me jure que siempre llamaría las cosas por su nombre,. que haces de cuerpo o de vientre o te estas cagando,.
[Musik & Lyrik: Vintersorg]. . Vid ttelkullans horg, i sangarmod och dyrkan. Av jordpuls bliver adlad en avskorlig vildmarkskung. En urtidskraft nu sknker den slagfrdiga styrkan.
[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.
"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.
[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]. [story about the memory artist Giordano Bruno]. . THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND.. . You built all memories on a framework.
[Music: Vintersorg]. [Lyrics: Karl-Erik Forsslund, freely translated by Vintersorg]. . Algol, demon, capricious your brightness. shifts from day to day - rises, abates, intesifies.
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,.
["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,.
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,.
Revealed are the legends coronal. In a fiery illusion. An esoteric festival. The logical is trapped in confusion. . Unmasked are theorems of invocation.
[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]. . Ardent starshine upon my face,. the monumental nightsky reveal its torches.. Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming.
(Vinnie Vincent). Rain on me baby mean mistreater lover. You got me branded by your love iron. With a love and affection I keep praying. For your desire.