melody line in the middle taken from. "The Hall Of The Mountain King" by Edward Grieg. . Sjlafrnder, norden rungar. Vapenbrder vid Svea strand. Stridskamraters kamprop ljungar.
Nordstjrnan vandrar min dunkelbla vy. Naturen slr p sin harpas strngar. Trollelden skr genom bergluft och sky. Upplyser talhed och spirande ngar. . Fngad utav nordens sjl, fngad utav nordens sjl.
[Man:]. Our evolving existence. Is the wording of our endless strife. . [Matter:]. But what about my assistance?. Of granting you these questions of life.
A spiral orbit circumnavigates the axis. Fragments, threads of the origin's shape. The dreary synopsis of an aeon-old praxis. Encircles the thoughts from which minds escape.
"Matter creates a play, persistent and keen,. Where the night have opened its curtain. Harmonic pictures on the sky's enormous screen. With a contra positioned twin hiding within".
The curtains never fall - they only rise. At the cosmic theatre. standing ovations came at the 15 billion-mark". . Blurs and vague impressions aside -.
[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]. . Formulas of an ethereal intellect strayed through black and empty. planes, into the auditorium of evolution. In devious ways magic.
The optical nerve screened off since birth. Alone where the proximity of darkness reposed. By undiscovered mysteries as concealed in dirt. The quiescent eye got exposed.
[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.
[Music: Davis, Strong Lyrics: Urteaga]. . Trapped in their cells infected with plague. No hope for cures a sentence of death. Dissected like rats they're kept alive.