Oh. Oh. Oh.. Shut up (babe). I am too tired to go on. I need to keep pulling through. It hurts (baby). So leave me now. I'll be better off. When I'm lifeless.
You've got to boost your mind. Just don't leave behind. Your right to freedom. - seek all the answers. . Don't throw away. Your biggest chance. To find a life to live.
Frozen streams and vapours gray,. cold and waste the landscape lay.... Then a hale of wind.. . Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swilrling,. Spinn the fog and spinn the mist....
Here is so desolate;. Times, they are dark. Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar. . Empathy arises. whilst thou drapest this world in black;. The only colour that can paint my soul.
based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren,. is translated by the undersigned,. and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg. . Hear!.
Await the coming storm.. Behold the sign in the sun.. Chaos upon us spawn!. The arrows of time points us all.. Oh, well, the maddening laughter. growing louder with the memories..
These constellations. gleaming at us from afar. They give rise to frigid memories. in my mind. My stellar memetoes are the brightest. signs that twinkle away.
We. Organic images. Dissolving earth. . Our future children. Stare at us unfixed. From a residence of stars. In their sidereal ships. Ho sailing beyond within.
Deira dagar har m?rkna. Moder jord meld sitt fraafall. Men sverdet har gaat vidare. Til ein ny b?rar. . Me er einsomme menn. Me b?r fenresulvens muspell.
Spit white speech. the voice is mine. the skin of the slit. cut cigarette size. . The butt size head. voluptuous white. cum cigarette slit. the spitting line.
Deira dagar har mørkna. Moder jord meld sitt fraafall. Men sverdet har gaat vidare. Til ein ny bærar. . Me er einsomme menn. Me bær fenresulvens muspell.
It was a dark night, I couldn't see;. And senses were unbound in ESP. . When in dream awake,. I'd paint.. Subconscious, the expanse I saw. . The portal to minds eye, open!.
("I know that without me God cannot live a moment;. If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost". Angelus Silesius). . I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray.
The subjects of sleep. Their faces once awake. on sodomy and death. and smoke and laughter. their feet no longer. underground. . The snow hides the traces.
Naar vinteren tar bitter fart. Og steiner sprekker I frostklar natt. Ved svarte tjern under naken li. Da er villmarken vond aa ferdes I. . Vi befarer store sletter.
("No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament,. illuminated by an exquisite grimace,. Look and see, atrociously contorted,. The real head, and the sincere face.
[based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren]. [is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg]. . Hear!.
Welcome. this transmission. from a fallen star. otherwise known as Arcturus. . Light has departed. from this black sun. But please put us on. to bring darkness down.
Frozen streams and vapours gray,. cold and waste the landscape lay.... Then a hale of wind. . Hither - whirling, Thither - swirling,. Spinn the fog and spinn the mist....
Probing a voiceless void. Searching for a closure. Poisoned tentacles from the past. Are tumbling fumbling closet. Mood set. On full scale regret. Peaking an all time low.