[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.
[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.
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.
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.
Under tta kvistbltens glaved. P ljungkldda hyglar och furvuxen hed. Under mnskrans spirande skymningsglans. Som frtrollar och fgnar i skugglekens dans.
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.
De sndebud. -Allfader vise. Vid blotklippans harg de svvar. Fr den hgste gud. -Allfader vise. Nu nidingen han bvar. I ljungeldars sky. -Allfader vise.