So many thoughts we have lost. So many thoughts we have won. Selecting the real ones. Rejecting the false ones. Every day cuts through your heart. Every year cuts through your soul.
Let my thoughts freeze. Let me feel not. Wax on their face. What they hide behind. I should not be here. I should not be there. I should not be at all.
You said wait outside your place. While you were washing your hair. I didn't wanna come inside. You seemed a little bit scared. . Cos' I got a reputation.
Know that I've been waiting for so long. You're all that I see. I can't stop the feeling oh no. It's taking over me.. . Feel the mercury rising. I feel your baseline bumping.
I cannot find, home 'cause I can't find myself. No demands, her sympathy was not impaired. I cannot feel, rolling on to something real. Looking back, home won't ever be the same.
you've gotta trust me and. I know you're scared for my aggress. you know my every move. and all imaginations I possess. you know the dirty things inside of my chest.
Pulling out the creature of his cage. Couldn't hide the fear upon your face. But cover up his war and you'll survive. . Every word you said a perfect lie.
First in line. Waiting for the call. See the sign. We're prepared to fall. We're embraced by the bullets in the haze. I'm not backing out. . In your eyes.
HooK. Ah ha hush that fuss/Everybody move to the back of the bus/Do you wanna bump and slump with us/ we the type of people. make the club get crunk. .
Mrker och mndimmors nattliga prakt. Famnar nu skogskltt hlje. Tronar den molntyngda nordrna trakt. Med varande kld i sitt flje. . Bak tigande furor p urmodig hed.
Skuggestalt i vintergryning hllfast i skuldror. I drorna sjuder trget trollpiskat demarksblod. P frostbesljad bergsklint sknjes trnande huldror. De varelser mnar frslava mn av styrka och mod.
Han lnge bevandrat den mngmila skog. Med sorgepinat sinne. Sjlavndan hans livklla tog. Sen r av mngfald hans tilltnkta dog. . Ensligheten och kld honom trt.
Hjrteslitande drama prglar mrgelgrav. Rols seglar nattravn i aftonens villande hav. Myrding dansar ljus ur banemannens frid. Tills vedermdans gryning illfundigt tar vid.
Den skymningsrda dimma. I trollberg och skog. I lvakungens timma. I trollberg och skog. Ngon klampar i bckarnas brus. Med trsatn av gravlets rus. Dr lmska glar glimma.
I ydesnrens huld du speglar furostam. Innerligt du strvar lngs kllmossen fram. I gryningsfrostens fgring s klar s kall. I hstlig drkt, i hstlig drkt. .
Under tta kvistbltens glaved. P ljungkldda hyglar och furvuxen hed. Under mnskrans spirande skymningsglans. Som frtrollar och fgnar i skugglekens dans.
Av nordlig prgel frst hres viska. Den arga vind som fimbultrakter skola piska. I kulet vder. Den hrdar den som pinad demark betrder. . Dess karga klagan s desdiger.
Mktigt skimmerregn ver fjllsilhuetters hjd. Ett slott bland klippor synes frn kustlandets istckta fjord. Dr vederstyggelsens skuta tidlst blevo frtjd.
lvadimmans virveldans i nattens serenad. Ett jungfruskimmer skrider ver myrmarkernas mad. Dimsljor ses nu trda i frtrollande skdespel. Denna stjrnfagra syn har evigt prglat folktrons arvdel.
Nr mnstrimman svinner frn vgornas svall. Dess moder bak molnskyar vandrar trind. Den klagande lymningens viderskall. Ljuder i bitande avlandsvind. . I aftonens mrker d stormarna skred.