[Musik & Lyrik: Vintersorg]. . Likt manghvdad grnskimrande orm. Ringlar sig frgpraktsdragen. ver tindrande stjrnbilders glitterspel. Fran sprakande gon i lnnlig kropp.
My dick's so big I have to wrap it round my leg. And if you piss me off I'll jack off in your face. I got loads of jizz... you can suck me all night. You can swallow my children alright (aiight?! aiight?!).
Aftonens rodnad likt en brinnande gloria. Mantlar nu trevande moln, det ymniga frgspel. . Det skymmer I dalgng dr fjlllv sig banar. Blodrd nu gnistrar forsens strm,.
Colour Of Life. . Green envious filled with discontent. You desire what others possess. You're ill willed and you're filled with spite. Your deep resentment will tear you apart inside.
Calm collector of the waste. I've come for the dead. Cold my feelings cannot be traced. There's no need, no patients for there. Muttering words, they are so few and forgotten.
Aftonens rodnad likt en brinnande gloria. Mantlar nu trevande moln, det ymniga frgspel. . Det skymmer i dalgng dr fjlllv sig banar. Blodrd nu gnistrar forsens strm,.
Up for the dead. Blood-thirsty rulers are bred. Rising up their dreams of hell. Are waiting for you. Their words will cut you in two. . KILLING - HE JUST KEEPS KILLING.
A fiery soul's motion. Inside a vibration never seen. Fragments from our existence. Cosmic instruments released. . I travel mathematical events. The mind's space in centre.
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.
Trdgrnsens lvsal I brandgul skiftning flammar. Hsten uppvaknar att glda livets ln. Branternas sagosyn min trstiga sjl nu ammar. Nerver ormlikt ringlar sig n.
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.
[Experiencing order:]. Through sonorous lands my senses float. Mesmerized by an harmonious note. Which are leaping from a string within. I'm holding the tuner; I'm controlling the pin.
Born in the auroral arc's centre. with eyes reflecting its sublime ways. A splendid vision to enter,. robed in the semblance of beams in haze. It enlights his eternal questioning.
An extension of the theories. Gravitates across the seas. Changing the accepted terms,. But still it only confirms. That it is as equal close (or far).
[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]. . from a far existence a phantom came. to gibe and curse the mortal.. Abhorrent was its bleareyed glance. wich petrified everything, even the wind..
[Musik & Lyrik: Vintersorg]. . Den birfilande snstorm vid herkuliska uren. ver iskrnt grnsrygg i ursprungsmakt. Fran bergryggens skulderblad hrs nverluren.
Fjllet nu andas, kring mig susa. Jmna djupa andedrag. Fjllet nu sover, stora ljusa. Skyar g fr kvllsvind svag. . Det r fjllets sommardrmmar. Som I tusen dror strmmar.
["God does not play dice with the universe" - Albert Einstein]. . If you glance into nebular haze. Toward the light of a galactic emperor. An excursion through an advanced maze,.
Inciklad av stjrnhrars krestsande flt,. frn alla vderstreck en vidgande reflektor. Likt en fabeldrm som sammansmlt. och visas av av en versinnlig projektor.