[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.
[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.