[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.
De sndebud. -Allfader vise. Vid blotklippans harg de svvar. Fr den hgste gud. -Allfader vise. Nu nidingen han bvar. I ljungeldars sky. -Allfader vise.